It seems that this website published a poem without attributing it to the correct author, Jan Beaumont.
The article came from a local Rotary newsletter that was emailed to me (amongst others) for consideration in our Best Newsletter Competition.
As the editor, I try my best to credit all original journalism and photography correctly, but nobody is perfect.
The Rotarian that read the poem to his meeting did not say it was original but that could have been misunderstood, as in my case.
So I apologise to Jan Beaumont and her daughter Belinda Kieran nee Beaumont 
The origional poem appears below thanks to Facebook.

Nothing much else to do right now so might as well write a poem!

Let's All Drink to Lockdown by Jan Beaumont ©

I'm normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can't go out the gates.

You see, we are the 'oldies' now
We need to stay inside
If they haven't seen us for a while
They'll think we've upped and died.

They'll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn't any Facebook
So not everything was told.

We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60s -
If you only knew the truth!

There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.

Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone's mum,
Somebody's wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?

We didn't mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we're dead
Is like red rag to a bull!

So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!

It didnt really bother me
I'd wile away the hour
I'd bake for all the family
But I've got no bloody flour!

Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I'm swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.

At least I've got a stash of booze
For when I'm being idle
There's wine and whiskey, even gin
If I'm feeling suicidal!

So let's all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this bloody virus
Doesn't decimate our wealth.

We'll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I'm not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!

NOTE: If you copy and paste this rather than sharing the whole post, PLEASE acknowledge me as the author. Thank you. Jan Beaumont.