An ode for .. Siouxsie Wiles
New Zealand's faux poet laureate composes an ode for Dr Wiles
Pink unicorns are bicycling all over the town,
exercising their way through lockdown.
Followed by a Whale with paparazzi lens,
sending snaps to codename Oravida, his old friend.
Like dishes swirling in the national sink,
these bubbles are squeaky clean – you would think.
Down to the beach for sniff of fresh air.
Masques optional: those who win, dare.
And if a paddle got partaken of in the brine,
then a minor infraction, of no great design;
permission is granted by those in the know.
Dr Asphodel Blumfold blesseth our duo.
But it requires one to remain very consistent,
when you advise others to socially distance,
because very soon pink unicorns may walk on water:
but only in Level 2, when they oughta.
Victor Billot has previously been moved to write an Ode for another lockdown transgressor, David Clark.