Comments by "Nono Yorbusness" (@nonoyorbusness) on "Daily Mail World" channel.

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  32. The Boris and the Handcockist       Were laughing at a joke; Then wept like anything to see       Such quantities of folk: If they were only cleared away,'       They said, it would be grand!' If seven plagues of a disease       Ravaged for half a year, Do you suppose,' the Boris said,       That they could get them clear?' I doubt it,' said the Handcockist,       And shed a bitter tear. The time has come,' the Boris said, To talk of many things: Of masks — of fear— and distancing — Of virus— and disease — And why the sea is boiling hot — And whether pigs have wings.' O Surplus, come for free vaccine!' The Boris did beseech. A pleasant stab, a peasant jab,  And then you'll all be free once more, upon a briny beach: Oh did I say you must have four? Before that goal we reach.       But wait a bit,' the Surplus cried,       Before we have our shot; For all of us are out of breath,      The masks have seen to that!' No hurry!' said the Handcockist,       They thanked him much for that. It seems a shame,' the Boris said,       To play them such a trick, After we've brought them out so far,       And made them trot so quick!' The Handcockist said nothing but       "I told you they were thick!" I weep for you,' the Boris said:       I deeply sympathize.' With sobs and tears he sorted out Those to "immunise" Holding his pocket-handkerchief       Before his streaming eyes. O Surplus,' said the Handcockist,       You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?'       But answer came there none — And this was scarcely odd, because       They'd killed off every one." Lewis Carroll (probably)!
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  33. The Boris and the Handcock       Were laughing at a joke; Then wept like anything to see       Such quantities of folk: If they were only cleared away,'       They said, it would be grand!' If seven plagues of a disease       Ravaged for half a year, Do you suppose,' the Boris said,       That they could get them clear?' I doubt it,' said the handcock,       And shed a bitter tear. The time has come,' the Boris said, To talk of many things: Of masks — of fear— and distancing — Of virus— and disease — And why the sea is boiling hot — And whether pigs have wings.' O Surplus, come for free vaccine!' The Boris did beseech. A pleasant stab, a peasant jab,  And then you'll all be free once more, upon a briny beach: Oh did I say you must have four? Before that goal we reach.       But wait a bit,' the Surplus cried,       Before we have our shot; For all of us are out of breath,      The masks have seen to that!' No hurry!' said the handcock.       They thanked him much for that. It seems a shame,' the Boris said,       To play them such a trick, After we've brought them out so far,       And made them trot so quick!' The handcock said nothing but       "I told you they were thick!" I weep for you,' the Boris said:       I deeply sympathize.' With sobs and tears he sorted out Those to "immunise" Holding his pocket-handkerchief       Before his streaming eyes. O Surplus,' said the Handcock       You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?'       But answer came there none — And this was scarcely odd, because       They'd k off every one."
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