THE July Myall U3A Poetry Session was led recently by local journalist David Ingram.
The poem below was penned by Ray Keipert.
The Jab Jingle
(to be set to the tune of an old song)
AstraZeneca, AstraZeneca
A man had a jab and flew to America
With AstraZeneca, AstraZeneca
We’ll knock the virus off.
A woman had Pfizer, said she felt wiser
Yes, she chose Pfizer, for her it was wiser
Pfizer, wiser, her name was Eliza
To her my hat I doff.
We’ll soon have Moderna, a nice little earner
It’s coming, Moderna check out that earner
Moderna, earner it’s on the back burner
Get it before you cough.
There’s Johnson and Johnson, so far not Ronson
Johnson and Johnson, they don’t offer Ronson
Johnson and Johnson – no way it’s a con, son
The choice of every toff.
The last one is Russian, not German or Prussian
We may buy the Russian and give up on Prussian
Russian, Russian – let’s end the discussion
It’s made by Doc Pavlov.
So head to the clinic, please don’t be a cynic
By car or by cab, then wait for your jab.
Put paid to the virus before it will tire us
And let’s knock the whole thing off!