It's Not Over Yet Poem by Phil Soar

You'd think that it was over
The way some people act
We were all wrapped up in clover
To avoid viral attack
But now it's said we've passed the peak
And folk are getting lazy
They stand quite close, so they can speak
To others who are crazy
They stand in queues to get their booze
And are just a foot apart
So close you could almost hear their news
And can almost smell a fart

You'd think that it was over
That the virus had just died
But it's lurking in that queue you're in
Waiting to get inside

YOU!