A master-piece by my friend, David Van-Edwards

This was written by my friend, David-Van Edwards,Master Lute-Maker

‘Twas Covid, and the slithy Gove
    Did sneer and semble on the Beeb:
All flimsy were the Dido moves
    And money-bags did greed.
 
“Beware the Eton toffs my son!
    The claws that grab, the laws that catch!
Beware the Priti bird, and shun
   The famous right backscratch!”
 
He took his virtual sword in hand:
   Long time the fearful foe he sought -
So rested he by the Covid tree
   And stood awhile in thought.
 
And, as in pressive mood he stood,
   The Eton toff, with tangled mane
Came waffling through the verbal wood,
   And blustered as it came!
 
Set to!  And with precise attack
   The virtual blade cut through the slack!
He left it dead, and with it said
   He went triumphant back. 
 
“And hast thou slain the Eton toff?
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy! 
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” 
    He chortled in his joy. 
 
But Covid and the slithy Gove
    Still sneer and semble on the Beeb:
Still flimsy are the Dido moves
    And money-bags do greed.

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