For all locked indoors Weve had social distancing picnics, social distancing walks, Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. When it is? Great post, Thanks, Lynn! >> County Durham's not far. Corona virus you're pants!! Every Wednesday afternoon at two fifty-twoI peer out my window waiting to catch a glimpse of youas you glide paston your way to your three thirty.Your newest therapistinstills you with such confidence.Clearly you are on the cusp of a clinical breakthrough. I think I feel all right. So just admit defeat. Who was shielding so home had to stay All over the place There once was a couple from Wilts, Tim Dlugos, My Death. Its also spawned a corollary epidemic of depression and anxiety. She grew to roughly the size of a nelly! But there can always be a rebirth of love. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. The opinions one might take from this poem aren't necessarily my own. We have now read and inwardly digested all 133 limericks in the Lockdown Limerick Challenge. Bare fridge and empty pasta tub Pass the gin, my problems could double. In Eighty Days But not all is bad Triumphant croaks aloud, and joyful claps Skulking in your man- cave, It looks like the Amazon rainforest. Never free to roam. You don't want to be in my shoes I don't know how I'm feeling. Its been claimed that Kathleen OMeara wrote it in 1869 following the devastating Irish famine of the mid-nineteenth century. Coronavirus Limericks from the Community. But couldnt think of anything to say, There once was an old hotel porter Have you seen the caterers, keeping all folk fed? I miss playing with my friends at school. A grandma from Warden Hill And the public matched each by their generous pound The midnight drive when work was done. Young (c. 1790-1870) was a Scottish newspaper editor who edited The Sun (not that one), but who also wrote largely forgotten poetry. 0 But I am a bookish nerd. Fond are lifes lustful joys, The vile, detested, double-damning sin: By Susan - We really enjoyed the last line in particular. Wondering, praying, how do I eradicate this pain? Look For The Blossom By Jessica Bryan Published by Family Friend Poems April 2020 Struggling during the current Coronavirus pandemic, I wanted to write something that urged me to keep positive. There was an old lady called Bessie, Which made everyone a big moaner Leaving usunhappy culprits! To convey what lies inside. who was especially fond of pulled pork *There was a lady from sunny Bangkok Instructions today Frustrated by her growing dependency. "Eey up, lad, We need thee over in t' Dales. Once, we used to live well. But what we don't see Invading me mind with angst and consuming it with dread. Funny poems written while in lockdown. And behind me you always hide your smile. And get back to painting the town /FlateDecode Its OK, Im already a loner", There was an advisor called Dominic Soon there will be better days. For let's face it, we need more lerts!!! In this epic poem, which is available in full on Google Books via the link above, Young tells the tragic tale of the plague that ravaged the island of Malta in 1813 (when Young happened to be visiting the island). Winston Churchill first said it, well knowing, Listen to the birds sing Bens six, hell think his Dads dumb. While in lockdown her house became messy, Shout at your spouse A lesson may be learned, Stitching a mask today out of an old bath gown. As the sun warms the airs, and the rains wet its feet, To fight for all our sakes. I babbled, spoke, So I have to ask now when are ours? On Friday a picture of a goat Twas brought by a man, People are singing to each other When I was younger, loud music was hot, To this demon who waits out there. Give light to all the darker moments Have you seen domestics, putting safety first Glass bottles with bobbles was clad, Val wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks signed by Michael Palin and a hand-knitted Clanger of her choice. A little piece of my reality during the darned COVID season. Still Boris kept on shaking hands Lockdown Limericks By Julian Putley Limericks. They say that after just a few weeks of quiet The illustrations were my own doodles. Have you seen them out, walking on lonely streets Now all is quiet and theres peace all around, Touched by the poem? The "2.6 Challenge" in April 2020 encouraged us to do raise funds in support of British charities. All games were ended, all our works were halted. I sent it to friends and family, asking them to read it, and to contribute money to support two charities - the Trussell Trust, who run food banks, and Crisis, the charity for the homeless. And, lordly, tramples on distress in anguish. Some cake and wine and chocolate, By providing my mobile phone number, I agree to receive recurring text messages from Save the Children (48188) and phone calls with opportunitiesto donate and ways to engage in our mission to support children around the world. A virtual assistant in Churchdown Rich men, trust not in wealth, Earth will keep moving. Gained some wrinkles and some pounds, On each work day Were no longer there. And time and geography and human experience distilled so eloquently in the Simon Armitage poem. I know you won't need me for long, I was deeply moved by Tim Dlugos My Death. Are to do what I say I am a surgeon. Avoiding friends and the fam Went into this with to-do lists ready, Challenges, recipes, meditating and steady. I promise, I'll be a good Mask. And that's another one gone. *Her husband at cooking was no slob He moaned and he frowned You know that deep down feeling Granted a tiny fraction of her final days, And dreaming of trips to Barcelona, Its lockdown day 93 By signing up to receive emails from Save the Children you will receive a subscription to our monthly eNews, access to breaking emergency alerts and opportunities to get involved. We can choose the hopeful path, and Mummy, Daddy, Mary and Jean The beach, the hotel and a perfect holiday. Which we sit I wrote this last year as a way to deal and to understand my OCD during lockdown. Thank you! At least four inches wide. But there does not have to be hate. It is important for me/us to remember the world keeps moving, I hope it can help others. We'll maybe take this moment Of love, of light, of hope. He walked to support our Doctors and Nurses So will give this fun competition a Whirl. /Parent 0 We've got to reset; we've got to restore. Says stop tickling and dont be so silly. A thick dark cloud lingers over the ward. Never have we craved intimacy so intensely, so desperately. With a heart that is made out of gold I don't know how I'm feeling. (0). Gold cannot buy you health; The author of this poem, Laura Kelly Fanucci, lives in Minnesota and writes a syndicated column titled Faith at Home which is published in Catholic newspapers in the US. Longing for A worried young teacher called Hugh The place all closed down We all love our Kuenssbergs and Piers', I dream about seeing my best friend and then us going to the beach. Who read the page Pepuptheday To appreciate what we have. The coronavirus pandemic has provided so many unlikely opportunities for inner reflection and self-improvement. There was once a kid from Bridgend, Behind it, Brother Richard sees a chance to rediscover a natural beauty and connectedness that is near at hand, though often buried by modern commotion. Who give and who share So true! We must respect this valued band of women and men. He tried his hand shearing But she walked every day and stayed trim. She tried so hard to hold together, Chin-deep in malice shoot their bitter darts If we all stick together, well all win this fight. In the isolated crowd. As divisions continue to harden, Is the salve that'll universally save us! My girlfriend's in need of assistance, Find out more. Freedom from this grim living hell. At the minute, yes, times are tough, I'd have done it away from my wife, There was a young man called Derek Behold Affection haste with panting breath, I'm tickled at how quickly men were fooled. But my family and friends stayed in touch to the end 'Oh, how I miss my bed!'. Stuck in the house who wrote night and day just for Spam Touched by the poem? And because it's leap year, The streets will come alive again. Questioning about Please follow, Lockdown Poems from Children Across the World Experiencing Life During COVID-19, 5 COVID-19 Poems from Children About Life During Lockdown, 501 Kings Highway East, Suite 400, Fairfield, CT 06825, Children's Poems that Capture Life During COVID-19, Learn more about our work in the Democratic Republic of Congo, so many children been out of school at the same time, In Photos: A Timeline of the War in Syria, The 6 Biggest Challenges Facing Children in 2022, How Grandparents Can Stay Connected with Their Grandkids, Despite Social Distancing. Our pets are now teaching us A brave nurse, that she is. Your kind words have touched my heart. I don't know what more I can say, The girls I knew were pretty and bright. I just want to be a good friend. Maths, reading and writing, The candies for our little store, His poem brings a message of hope that, like Spring, is pushing its way through this gray and anxious time. (9). That made us feel alive. If I were a mask, I definitely would have those thoughts. I am sad that I return tomorrow, More details about LOCKDOWN LIMERICK CHALLENGE - all the 133 entries listed and the winners are announced, with the winner reading her winning limerick! The master has become slave. Was it part of a cunning plan ? I married late but married well. from monty python Tales unravel And mischievous miss-doings Our cushions upon Don't touch your face. No sport, no pubs, no pop concerts, I was amazed in equal measure by the generosity of so many people in Italy who contributed. Each of us may have our sins, In March Boris chose to deny us, Queues ahead dont get too near I think my head has monkeys. The last two stanzas have kind of been my mantra in getting me through my bad days lately. Sing. Our freedom, because of a virus, Our basic need for human touch, Across much of the globe, the frantic pace and headlong industry of life have been forcibly slowed. Here are some of the best poems to deal with this terrifying topic. Simon Armitage has written a poem to address the coronavirus and a lockdown that is slowly being implemented across the UK, saying that the art form can be consoling in times of crisis . So he drove a long way Yet see so many dying right before their eyes. Who awoke with a throbbing nightstick and they've realised they were like cheese and chalk. Her carers helped out, With a spring cleaning bout, To sit and cry and wonder, And the beds are now fully occupied. When all she wants is to swim in the sea. This quarantine makes me think, Until everything stopped when Corona came to town. obj It's getting kind of funky. Everyone is obliged to wear a mask and respect the prevention tips in order to fight against this disease which is called coronavirus. I don't typically write lyrics, but this felt right in the time. I don't know how I'm feeling. And so we are united, I fell, I walked, I ran, I left the house today. Wingman Raab struggled with direct questions Around that man whose breath is pestilence We've got a new puppy called Honey, To reap the wonder of our fate. that today more than yesterday, remind me of its purity So we can go get sozzled, lest our liberty falls to fear growing. Reflect on a happy, most memorable time. The decline was unmistakable, A Capuchin Franciscan Brother Richard Hendrick's poem "Lockdown" has gone viral and this St. Patrick's Day we can see why. To just wear a mask I know I can be in your face, A pensioner who lives on his own Current British poet laurate wrote a poem on the same theme see below. If you like this, do feel free to share on social media and tag @PepUpTheDay if you want us to see it. She won't stay in one spot. Jayne Cortez, There It Is. Some sweet solace we might find. Then new wonders appeared before my eyes. Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now. The fears that rise to the surface are felt by billions of people around the world. No schools, no churches, no meetings. She is unable to contain the tears, /Contents Other locations, Find a Therapist To sign up up for PepUpTheDay.com newsletters, please click here. I went to the library last monthand borrowed every book they hadon the subject of human sensuality.I read them one by onefrom front to back.And still you were not impressed.You said I lacked spontaneity.So I looked to the appendixwhere they suggested Iwrite you a love poem. Is theres no need to tidy the room Remember the sun just hides. Then lockdown kicked in I think I want to cry. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. So he didnt need the help of a medic, She reached for the gin And not seeing our loved ones is rough, The King of Limericks is committed to the democratization of philosophy and spirituality, and to the idea that limericks can deliver something far more enriching than just dirty-minded double entendre. Some will sadly die all alone. To how big we really are. I post pics of my Beef Bourguignon(e), There was a round woman from Stow afraid of our neighbours, our bread went unbutter'd. Until a vaccine was invented. Who to begin with was incredibly patient /Creator There are no sides to take. The streets were all empty, the pews were all bare. I spent weeks working up the courageto tell you how I really feltabout the days and hours we had spent together.Just as I was getting to the interesting partyou left the room to make a coffeebecause you thought I was finished.It turns out you were right. She took to walking The Nazis could not kill my wife. Thomas Nashe, A Litany in Time of Plague. the rest swelter in grace Thank goodness for the virtual pub, Mouldy cheddar and flat old beer So if there's something we should take, To hear some new views Snakes are in the undergrowth. By the simple touch of our hands. The sky is no longer thick with fumes This bored his wife rigid Dear ReaderThe Coronavirus pandemic made the summer of 2020 a horrible time for all of us. They slither and hiss and slide. I've lost so much and so many to COVID and the idea of helping someone's family member recover from After hours of extensive research Space travel There will be days I cannot smile, A bed soon becomes vacant, But now all he's hearing is This Petrarchan sonnet is included in full below: Listen, the last stroke of deaths noon has struck Who's antics and japes are quite funny. Meeting with my loved ones, To flatten the curve, Our thoughts, our will, our ways. Text STOP to opt-out, HELP for info. hello everyone my names Liliana and I'm a 14 year old school girl from England. And gave them a time Must face this same relentless foe, Who was sick of being Locked In Her children came home Our pantry's slowly dwindling, inadequately stocked. so stay safe by adhering to the preventative measures, each day will pass, we will walk together Of times gone before, Hoping for Living in the midst of incredible uncertainty takes its toll on people. It's roaming around our land. Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. with Joe as a covid butt kicking team. The African-American poet, publisher, activist, and performance artist Jayne Cortez (1934-2012) writes powerfully here about the importance of resistance, and although the resistance she argues for is political rather than biological, her poem contains the resonant words They will spray you with / a virus of legionnaires disease / fill your nostrils with / the swine flu of their arrogance Although this reference to swine flu gives the poem a twenty-first-century feel, it was actually published back in the early 1980s. But theyll never stop us from feeling. But it is not mine to give, nor yours to take., Understanding your rights under the recently enacted No Surprises Act. A virus is amongst us. Who was badly missing his friends. /Filter And network shows about crime The Whistling Clangers are a cosy, tight-knit family God will paint rainbows in the sky 24 Poems About The COVID-19 Pandemic 1. As the virus spread fast through all lands Thank you for signing up! His wife wasnt keen Was sick, didnt say And spread blessings along the way, So one big advantage of Zoom Her raven wing! Signs that will tell us all is well, We all share the beautiful sky high above. Our brains are now getting mushy. For shed become frigid And do P.E. Who due to a worldwide pandemic Vain, he struts endobj while I just want to drown in those thoughts /MediaBox I'm busy doing nothing Thats turned our whole world upside down, At the hospital where she's based, writing has always been a passion (specifically poetry) so I just though to share. Now jaded, not green Not all were limericks either. You'll be okay again. The Milkman in the early morn, Th invidious wink, the mean, contemptuous leer, THEN he listened to experts commands. Though they go unnoticed, we can't do without them. but now the pubs are all closed so that those who are alone It was rude and ripe michael palin to interpret what those whistlings mean I suspect Im not the only one to have lost my mind. On his Instagram handle are three poems - A Song, A Ballad and A Prayer - on the three different aspects of the post Covid-19 situation. /Type Photo Lydiane Mattio. what plaguesthere is no knowing! in so many ways! This is the way we sanitize our hands,sanitizeour hands, For anybody dealing with their mental health demons during this pandemic, please remember you aren't alone. 720 Mary Latter (1725-77) was an English poet, essayist and playwright whose name has fallen out of the history books, but she gave us this dramatic evocation of living in a time of Contagion (published in 1759). Without a frown upon our brow. There was a recluse of Verona There was a young couple from York << at 8pm clapping Hooray, There was a young wife in lockdown, Oh, a brave nurse, that she is. Im happy that I have a garden. Wondering on But Cummings said no When he said "Yes" - for the NHS Blue string R /D Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli She wants to make love, Not Witty, just boring Its like a little quarantine pardon. Thank god for Facebook and Zoom, There was a quiet woman from Dorking He ate it with bread On today's #One2ThreeShow The Poetry Podcast features a couple of lockdown limericks.. There's also new music from THE ANCHORESS, Ben Howard, Imelda May, Noel Gallagher, RONNIE WOOD, TOM JONES, BABY QUEEN, A CAUSE IN DISTRESS, Taylor Swift, WEEZER & more, plus Mark Searby's in for film . The infirm stay in place, It's our actions that define us- 2. It has been hard, but we marked each one individually and from there made a shortlist and chose a winner. The Iceman with his blocks of ice, And other real dangers But there does not have to be loneliness. Having adventures watched by the human race, The Clangers and Michael form a tight-knit group That way the virus wont get her. I learned to read, I learned to write. The Worldwide coronavirus Pandemic is incredibly mean (Offspring most loathsome of Hypocrisy, Yes, the world's in bad shape, and yes, it's strange, She started to exercise with Joe Wicks. He'll have to cut right through my jungle. Dozens of coronavirus limericks. Have you seen the porters, down on their heels, About current times Whatever keeps you oddballs entertained in isolation! They crowd buy touch and bear contagion thence. There once was a man from Herne bay Won't take for granted anything The ancient Roman poet Lucretius penned this didactic poem, whose title translates as on the nature of things, in the first century BC. So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". Who attempted to get an old box down. See what nature will bring How did poets of previous generations deal with, and respond to, plague and mass illness? The Milkman and the Iceman had long since gone. 11 comments for " A Lockdown Limerick " dumbestblogger. Ask Mum for a generous sub Who took a trip in his Crown Vic Philip Freneau, Pestilence. There was an old clanger called Major, the conversation just flows As she waves and zips up her coat. This is a fantastic post. Or let our lights grow dim. The pandemic isn't as severe now, but it's still just as scary. Some of the poems were funny and some were not. Our doctor told my husband, Titus, I may be a little older, All wrapped up in little bubbles Waking up without my alarms, So dear friends I do hope youre alert he said Yes, all the time Or it could be December, Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli He was such a good walker - in fact a real "corker" If lockdown makes you feel grey Go forth into the burial-ground and find Without mass objection No more shaking hands. Spring is coming, You know that it's okay To protect NHS when we're going through Hell we keep going. So just enjoy Pep up the Day! We enjoyed Anne's limerick and thought that it conjured up a feeling that we can all relate to in the current time. The repeated refrain at the end of each stanza Lord, have mercy on us! strikes at the heart as much now as it must have done over 400 years ago. Have only just begun. Do you know how you're feeling? Meghan ORourke, The Night Where You No Longer Live. I-Phone, Zoom, Instagram. To hold her hand, to fight back tears and pray. May God bless you all, keeping you well and safe. If we pause, take a moment, and cherish our gifts. And luckier than some. Did her shopping online I'm Boris and here is the news They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise . Signed book Sackful of Limericks too And the distance is diminished, Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you But then he got sick ), She whispers under her breath, Of the virus, hed have to be shot! Looking about Confusion and perdition overwhelm Who liked to Stay in bed Quite quietly, but finishing loud. Some won't make the journey home. The Oak reaches upwards as if heaven to meet. Made a face mask from Granny's old knickers, Is supposedly better for you. The challenge of this here lockdown Now Im old, as you see, to iron chicken Be proud of how you cope. Lets all Pepuptheday says Bee ****** {r Christina Rossetti, The Plague. At Samaritan, we are deeply aware of how foundational it is to wellbeing to have reliable, caring relationships with others. Room at so much a pitful for so many. Now, youll be among the first to know how Save the Children is responding to the most urgent needs of children, every day and in times of crisisand how your support can make a difference. Brother Richard shared his poem "Lockdown" in a Facebook post on Friday, March 13. From sad weary eyes, silent tears they weep. Seattle, WA98115 Our fears keep us awake a night, seeing and hearing new cases every day, putting us in a state of total confusion, not knowing whats going to happen next. At the end was a prong << All things to end are made; PepUpTheDay.com Well surely remember this year, Old Mrs Mop who lives right next door If we do it this together, true joy we can find Suggested why dont you go back to your sock. View our Privacy Policy atsavethechildren.org/privacy. Lord, have mercy on us! He admired his wife for her wits. Were delighted to be the first to publish this poem, written in early April 2020, by Caroline Collingridge, who also very kindly pointed us in the direction of a number of the poems already mentioned in this post on plague poems. 1 , Lockdown! A Poem written By Big Virge 23/3/2020, strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town. endobj This ubiquitous covidious ol' virus One thing makes me glad obj Had to isolate away And keep that frown turned upside down, In Oxford I shield all alone We are all stuck indoors 0 From his foule sweat, himselfe he so bestirres: When told to lockdown For this moment is just a test. And we are always encompassed by Love. But blue and grey and clear. /Outlines Laura Kelly Fanucci, When This Is Over. The poem is a fine statement about not taking what we have for granted when a pandemic has passed. 7 I sang along the way. But there does not have to be disease of the soul While this [lockdown] happens, I draw pictures, I play and I do homework. She tried to write rhymes There was an old granny from Montrose. ah now, that is major clanger with his flying machine /Nums What end to life is this? The world has stopped like never before. Schools wont start till September With his comings and goings Yes there is panic buying. 0 We are all in this together. They're battling to save hundreds of lives, You MUST NOT leave the house for any reason, but if you have a reason, you can leave the house. I'm writing a limerick today Then I went back home. The limerick contest was a delight Poems came to me in morning and night Here are just a few For which I thank you If you feel robbed, you're probably right. That destroys this infection, Sitting on She danced all night People need to help each other more than ever.Thank you in advance for your kindness and generosity! But only very briefly. And all enjoy a laugh. I don't know if I'm sad. One thing is for sure, we'll never be the same after this. Yes there is fear. Left her looking quite grim Read time 1 min. Feeling anxiety, fear, and seeing massive condemnation, This poem, however, is about plague: specifically the pestilence of yellow fever which killed 5,000 citizens of Philadelphia in 1793. Probably the first poem of note to be written in response to the AIDS epidemic of the 1980s, this four-line poem is especially poignant because it was written by a man who would later die of the disease. The flowers will always bloom Be there for one another; try to be a good friend. I know it will stop And I've grown as fat as a sow! We've no haircuts or schools, We have to be aware. except when I dont feel like it. Copyright 2023, PepUpTheDay.com . Our Heartbreaking world is becoming one great big mess. Part stressful, part bliss, To smell, to touch, to taste, to see. Gave him the blues They are a constant shadow. To support this podcast you can purchase my ebook "Pandemic Poetry: The Covid Collection" on the Amazon Kindle store, all proceeds go towards keeping this podcast alive! I'm in nursing school. Let's just hold this feeling To what really matters. Day after day, night after night. but this morning I am feeling quite sick. It isnt about freedom, my dude For day after day Stay home: avoid going to town Was it no? A year-by-year look at how 12 years of war in Syria has had a devastating impact on children's education, mental health and childhood. We bought it before we heard that Michael Palin was sending a copy for the winner - so we thought we would give it as a runner up prize), We know that the lockdown is tough, She thought "He's caused quite a stir - I will make him a "Sir" And my how the boredom has grown For now, we must all toe the line And whistling Births the darkness in our mind. Doing nothing but chores When staying at home All this will pass, we will be fine, if we take care of ourselves [and] wash our hands, the virus will die. Rainbow string soup was the best, 405 Life has been completely D. Raab, We will get through the lockdown So once again our future looks bright. But if you stroke his fur stream Can be quite exciting 3 Dont Feel Glum !!!!!!!!! If you said "Wuhan," they said "Go to hell. Life was always fast-paced, we never slowed down, Fax: (206) 527-1009 The soliloquy is reproduced in full below: (With particular reference to Mrs. ______r and Co.). Ancient folk didnt wash or take showers I went to do some shopping. Signed book Sackful of Limericks too Her hands were all sticky /Page On Sunday 5 July, at 12.30pm - 1.30pm, there was a Poetry of the Lockdown event as part of Ledbury Poetry Festival Online. Our Locations Today I got the feeling I've finally discovered the source Will be gone and all erased. They can close bars, concert halls and barbershops. Home of the witty ditty. That shes acting this way, Well be in touch! I really don't like this style. LOTS MORE COMPETITIONS TO ENTERhere or on the Competitions tab above. Space outside "This is not just a health crisis, but a threat to childrens rights. 0 Half believing, half shadows of doubt. I've been dragging this past week runny eyes weighty feet. Who was happy go lucky kinda Girl All over the world people are waking up to a new reality The circumstances in which we lost our mum. Yay Michael Palins book just for me. With wives and children some flie, all for feare! Determined to keep herself slim. She keenly buttered his corn on the cob. I miss Sea Cadets, school, my friends and my dad, Lockdown Poetry for our Sanity while Supporting Dementia. writer, actor, presenter, narrator, family man, fame keeping their windows open Yes there is panic buying. Given the pandemic the world is currently grappling with, our thoughts here at IL Towers during this lockdown period have, perhaps naturally, turned to plague, pestilence, and pandemics. Who spent lockdown watching the telly More patients are admitted with COVID, Confinement O'Rourke is a poet, essayist, and memoirist who was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1976. She is also very fearful, 5 I don't know how I'm feeling. [ Here is Val reading her winning limerick for us all to enjoy Anne wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks by Michael Palin (sorry it isn't signed! The lovely young maiden Miss Vickers, This ending will be so hard to overcome, are preparing to welcome Without a single trace. And now within our prison walls, Brighter days will follow. Days will get longer. Val wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks signed by Michael Palin and a hand-knitted Clanger of her choice.

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