A pensioner, shopping I’m told,
Took the Good Lord aside – rather bold.
“It’s not just the virus
You’ve sent to devour us
We’ve run out of loo rolls – all sold”.

The Good Lord was far from contrite
“If you think I’ve got time, you’re not right
The virus I’ll level
Just came from the Devil
I’ve wars floods and famines to fight”.

But the pensioner making a fuss,
replied “Now I can’t go on the bus.
You’ve restricted my travel
I’m sure to unravel,
Leave famines etc., think ‘Us’,”

Now, wearily, thus spake the Lord
“I’m fed up with you lot, and bored.
You’re not really needy
Just totally greedy,
Go think ‘Isolation‘,” he roared.