Apparently the virus is in retreat
Gathering its forces for another attack
Re-arming its battalions
For another go.
Now, I'm not an epidemiologist
A virologist or even a ventriloquist
I cannot put words into another's mouth
But even I can see
There is something wrong
With the logic this employs.
The virus is not human
It has no power of thought
So if there is a second wave
Will it be the virus that has grown stronger
Or our defences that are weaker
Will the desperation for a beer
A foreign holiday
A cuddle, a hug, a kiss
Be our undoing in the end
As we sit here waiting for the second wave.