With each new confirmed Coronavirus case
It’s getting harder and harder not to touch my face
Feels like a thoroughfare for hundreds of invisible bugs
I’ve replaced handshakes with bows and ‘air hugs’
My fair weather cycling now includes the rain
I cough for more room in the cycle lane
Getting strange looks out of passing cars
Each time I stop to sanitize the handlebars
All this hysteria is taking its toll
What am I to do with all this toilet roll!?
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Jonathan Owen
Picture Viktor Ullmann