Canal Series

I think you all know, that I can't
Leave my home, and I shan't
So I blip and write, all so banal
What would I do without the Canal

It's on my doorstep so I do no wrong
Looking over alongside at the throng
That pass each other on a four foot path
Joggers, walkers, cyclists - you do the math.

But hey ho, everyone seems happy and I'm not going to take that away from them. Whose to know what the right approach to this little bugger of a virus is!

(It's National Poetry Writing Month, trouble is for me I've got 'twa cra's feet' to compete with so I'm at a non-starter!)