I had hoped to run out of COVID events
To write limericks with more of a climate bent
But while mountains are melting
This bug is still belting
And cunningly contorts and reinvents
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Our mood is as dark as the encroaching shortest day
Our freedom is as feeble as the solstice ray
Much rancour and rage
Confined in our cage
Our last long winter weekend and we can’t go away.
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Eighty COVID cases, our future looks bleak
Staying in lockdown for another week
And will it extend
To our long weekend
This new Delta variant’s an airborne freak
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