It started out fine. Just a break that’s all.
I didn’t know it would last up til fall.
Sent home from work and school alike.
Thats not bad. I‘ll take a ride on my bike.
What? I can’t even leave my own little yard?
That’s going to be tough to try to regard.
I’m stuck at home and can’t go out.
I don’t have a reason to be up and about.
I’ll sit here, recline,
drink a small glass of wine.
Five months of that,
I’ll be totally fat!
I need to get up, do the chores
wash the floors, windows, and doors.
I start my spring cleaning spree.
I clean til I’ve got every last bit of debris.
Now what to do? I’ve been put to the test.
At this point should I even get dressed?
I’m going crazy day by day.
No friends, no fun, just stay, stay, stay.
I picked up a hobby here and there,
so I wouldn’t risk pulling out all of my hair.
Badminton, breakdancing, beading, baking,
I even at one point tried candlestick making.
I pinned and I sewed ten pairs of shorts.
Now it’s time I learned some new sports.
I’m good at tennis, and my sister can play.
But the shipment of balls has a minor delay.
Basketball? No. I don’t have a hoop.
Basketball also requires a sizable group.
Football? Mmm, no. Soccer? Takes room.
Quidditch it is! Run and get us a broom.
I’ll get out my costume and paint on a scar.
The snitch will be a remote controlled car.
The quaffle a soccer ball.
The bludger a baseball.
Get the family out! We’ll have us a game.
Wait, they said that quidditch is lame?
I sulk back indoors and cannot decide.
What can I do that I haven’t already tried?
I’m hungry, I think. I go get a snack.
Twenty minutes later, I’m already back.
All I have is family home with me here.
They make me so crazy at times that I fear
my sanity has been stolen
and my brain has been swollen
from thinking too much
about my clogs being Dutch.
And sometimes I have fears
that this could go on for years.
But for now I just hope for the best
and try not to be stressed.
This will all be gone by the time I die...
Psych! That was a big lie.
I’ll probably catch it and end up in bed,
have to stay in a hospital until I am dead.
Quarentine sucks, but it is for the best.
We get to stay home and get to have rest.