A Yard Of Ale
A yard of ale, that old-time drink,
Keeps us a metre apart;
The distancing solution,
State of the safe-pub art.
And when I want to meet you over
Chips and battered cod,
Let’s use the café garden,
And a social-bubble pod.
We can gather on the beach
A metre-plus between us
A reasonable distance
To keep us heterogeneous.
When at last we can get closer,
Can shake hands and hug and kiss,
We will clutch our sides and laugh
Over these tortions and reminisce.