NaPoWriMo – Day 2

Separation – A Triolet

Don’t stand so close to me, separation is two metres.

No, you can’t kiss me nor touch my hand.

Don’t you listen to the news, watch the TV features?

Don’t stand so close to me, separation is two metres.

You can go out once a day for exercise, suck in fresh air in litres.

A shopping trip for essentials, but definitely no BBQ’s on grassy land!

Don’t stand so close to me, separation is two metres.

No, you can’t kiss me nor touch my hand.

© Carolyn Crossley – The Vixen of Verse.

Not quite far enough guys!