These are our Iso games,
Shall we ever wear our bras again?
The girls are swinging loose and free,
An Iso form of liberty,
Can we overwalk the family dogs?
If we keep home baking, we’ll look like hogs,
I ponder on baked beans,
If a supermarket is what it seems.
Yes, we all work at home,
A pyjama army, never alone,
These are our Iso games,
Shall we ever wear our bras again?
The bowels have moved, all the chickens stayed,
As an old Irish Einstein would say,
Signed the whole Corona human race,
Yes, these are our Iso games!
Baby Boomer Scribblings. 