It’s Rare that I Breathe – by the Collies (aka The Care that I Grieve)
Opportunities missed
And so therefore I gasp
“Ventilation should be a breeze”
They’d trigger Brexit, but they
Will not – compromise
They think it’s such a jolly wheeze
Waking up with flu
-like symptoms, cold/hot, so unwell
Is it Corona
Virus? It can be hard to tell.
Please, the equipment’s
Needed, in a week
So seek, ventilators, or I’ll sleep
Pun time: all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love EU
Sometimes, all their greed, so unfair, makes me seethe
How they gov to
Deprive me of air that they thieve!
Rather than pool resources
It’s more fun to deal
Alone ‘cos solitaire’s more fun
If we are left alone
Heaving breathlessly
That means their, stolid air’s not won
Fun times: all I need do is dare to believe
Those above whose
Scum crime, can’t ‘get it done’ because they’re niave
As they shove you
Off your mortal coil, your last breath takes it’s leave!
Sometimes all I need is some air as I plead
Not enough to
Hum Rhymes, all I plead is to bear with my need
Just to love who
I’ll look after if spared, that I breathe
Yes to love too
There’ll be laugher I swear, if I breathe
And I’d love you
If you left all the air when you leave!
Slàinte
(Apologies to The Hollies)
Mirror reports that Government eschews working with EU no ventilators – preferring to make its own Brexity deals!