Mar 14
We used the vouchers delivered to our house to buy us a K. F. C lunch today. It was a delight watching Anthony tuck into his meal. The staff were friendly and offered us extra chicken and free Pepsi to compensate for being late. While Anthony was ordering our meal, I wrote a short poem.
Eating fried chicken at K.F.C.
Wondering what will become of me,
Watching people walking by,
Covid 19 curse,
Hoping that it doesn’t get worse,
Than 1918 flu,
Or the Asian flu of 57,
The Hong Kong flu of 68,
Find a cure before its too late,
A bird sings in a tree nearby,
I pray that we don’t die,
Help us to cope, bring us hope,
Hope is all we have.