Pressed for details they ignore us,
dates of easing seldom given,
days of lockdown stretch before us.
Better to ignore the chorus
of demands to ease restrictions:
Covid-19’s bounds are porous,
plague rides free of firm predictions.
But uncertainty brings frictions,
tempting some to break the rules,
claims that virus facts are fictions,
those who credit them but fools.
Data comes from sense-led asking;
until then let’s keep on masking.
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A Spencerian sonnet written in trochaic tetrameters: the rhyme scheme is abab bcbc cdcd ee
Coronaverse: an alphabet of terms related to Covid-19. Tomorrow brings us the letter E.