The queue for Primark stretches down the street
The first day they’ve been open since the start
Of lockdown. People shifting on their feet
But waiting patiently, six feet apart
Although we can go shopping, we can’t try
Anything on. The risks are still too great.
And personally I cannot see why
Anyone wants to shop, when we could wait.
I don’t have growing kids. My clothes still fit.
I don’t go out, so I don’t need to dress
“Appropriately” (or at all), so it
Is not my place to judge, and even less
To wring my hands, my righteous lips a-quiver,
(Then order clothes, that someone must deliver.)
Tom Juniper Poetry 