At 3pm on Sunday came the siren:
The government’s brand new alert,
Piercingly-loud and shocking
And my labrador’s ears were hurt!
Good to know they’re planning
for the day Putin sends his nukes,
We know he’s got it in him …
Just look how low he’s stooped!
But some folks didn’t get the call,
Their mobiles failed to ring,
Big Brother had forgotten them,
Not so much as a muted ping!
They’re probably the lucky ones,
A nuke’s one of our biggest dreads
And that kind of early-warning
Would really mess with our heads!
But us “chosen ones” are waiting
For Rishi to issue us with lead …
No 2 metre rule or handwashing
Will halt nuclear-radiation spread!
Pam Ski
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