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I’m normally a social girl,
I love to meet my mates,
But lately with the virus here
We can’t go out the gates.

You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now,
We need to stay inside.
If they haven’t seen us for a while
They’ll think we’ve upped and died.

They’ll never know the things we did
Before we got this old.
There wasn’t any Facebook
So not everything was told.

We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth,
But we grew up in the 60s –
If you only knew the truth!

There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll,
The pill and miniskirts.
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.

Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone’s mum,
Somebody’s wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?

We didn’t mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full,
But to bury us before we’re dead
Is like a red rag to a bull!

So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more.
I finally found myself again
Then had to close the door!

It doesn’t really bother me
I’ll while away the hour;
I’d bake for all the family
But I’ve got no bloody flour!

Now Netflix is just wonderful,
I like a gutsy thriller –
I’m swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.

At least I’ve got a stash of booze
For when I’m being idle.
There’s wine and whiskey, even gin
If I’m feeling suicidal!

So let’s all drink to lockdown,
To recovery and health,
And hope this bloody virus
Doesn’t decimate our wealth.

We’ll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates.
Just hoping I’m not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!

Jan Beaumont,
Auckland, NZ

Sent in by Brian O’Hara