I overheard a woman
Mumble through a mask
Stuck to her jaw
That OUR prime minister
Was ill
I wondered whether he
Would be bothered
By her
Concern
More to the point, would he
Care, to think of her
Feeling close enough
To claim him OURS
Not her concern,
I suspect
But
It should be OURS.
Richard G Berg
April 2020
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