Padstow 2020 Lockdown Poem by Clive Blake

A bitter, bitter, bitter, blow,
As Coronavirus shuts down Padstow,
Nurses wear masks and patients wear gowns,
As the global pandemic attacks Cornish towns,
Just a small virus which decides to invade,
Means empty beaches and not much town trade,
With locals afraid they might succumb,
Tourists are told, stay away, do not come,
Once happy throngs in the streets were seen,
Now a ghost-town patrolled by Covid 19,
No ribboned Obby Oss's parading this year,
No crowds enjoying a pasty with beer,
The fishing boats stay within the harbour wall,
As restaurants stay closed and fish prices fall,
With 20/20 vision and hindsight combined,
Padstow's ‘new normal', it will have to find …