Covid-19 Limerick

 This is an imagined scenario from early 2021:

Poor old Richard he got in a muddle,
and dropped his face mask in a puddle.
Oh now it’s all mucky, that’s really unlucky,
can’t do shopping, he’s really in trouble!

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