Any resemblance to recent events is unintended and purely coincidental.
Humpty Dumpty
fell off a wall
The King and his men
weren't happy at all.
There's too many falling
Too many ill
The numbers are rising
They're going up still.
All the Kings horses
and all the Kings men
Couldn't get numbers
To come down again.
There's too many poorly
And flat on their back
It's clearly a problem
We'll just have to crack.
But the King said it's simple
Here's what we must do
Nothing gets done
If it's left up to you.
The numbers keep rising
Because you will count
If you stop counting
The numbers won't mount.
If Humpty's still broken
We'll just look away
If nobody sees
Then there's nothing to say.
YOU ARE READING
Third Verse: More Poems from Andrew Green
PoetryHighest #55 in poetry. Like my previous collections Third Verse is a mix of moods and styles with a mission to entertain. I keep it light and good humoured if I can but there's often a message there too.
