Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 5 April

I ran out of the building wrap we used for the shed today and had to switch to the wrap the builders left behind from the house. It’s lower quality, and unfortunately the printing shows through. So I’ll type out today’s poem, because it’s difficult to read in the photo. Might have to start using a double layer of wrap …

Our hand basin
Who art in the bathroom
Hallowed be thy name
Thy hand soap run,
Thy germs be gone
From hands and under fingernails.
Give us this day our daily scrub
And forgive us for hoarding hand sanitiser
As we forgive those who cleaned out the toilet paper
Lead us not to hoard wine,
But deliver us some nice fruits and vegetables
For thine is the germ-busting power of soap
For ever and ever.
Amen.