BEASTLY TALES

SOLDIERING ON

So, how many times, if you do please,
Have we unnecessarily contracted a contagious disease?
From exceedingly inconsiderate buffoons,
Who insist on “Soldiering On” like loons.
Yes, forcing themselves through a day’s routine,
Contaminating all around. How obscene!
Whether a simple cold or the flu,
Sending airborne saliva or spew,
Impregnated with bacteria ready to infect,
Consideration and cleanliness, they seem to reject.

Viruses do seem to be getting much worse,
Not responding to anything, feelings adverse.
Of course pharmacies have rows of shelves,
Dedicated to people who only care for themselves.
Yes, “Soldiering On” remedies that enable those infected,
To ignore their symptoms, have them rejected,
And get themselves assimilated in crowds,
Spluttering and coughing, as if needing shrouds,
“Soldiering On” at others expense,
Thinking themselves admirable, but really so dense!
They clearly have no consideration or brains
As they symbolically sing out germ warfare refrains.

There’s Norbet Nutter, the envy of most,
“Haven’t missed a day’s work,” He would boast,
“In forty years.” He must be soft in the scone,
How does he manage? He just Soldiers On.
Now, how many people along such a path,
Has he laid low, with a throat like a giraffe,
Because the fool insists on “Soldiering On”,
Contaminating those around, thinking he’s won.

At least in Japan they consider it right,
To wear a face mask, if not feeling too bright!
Consideration and common sense,
Showing you care, in a method intense.
But in the West, such measures are thought odd,
“Better to look normal,” Thinks the infected clod!
So, think hand sanitisers and wipes,
To fight back against underhand swipes,
Germ Warfare is alive and well,
Common sense can all go to hell!