Keep safe folks
Isolation
ultimately got the better of my
protracted period of procrastination.
Penned poems for the first time in an age.
Words filtered from brain fog by my living room cage.
Stranded on the sofa, all by myself
in my effort to maintain our national health.
I usually do not bother composing with rhyme,
but sod it, I put in the effort while doing the time.
The television presenter tells me “shops are manic”,
but I didn’t rush out to spend cash in a panic.
I have sufficient food, plenty to eat
and ample stocks of toilet paper – one shit per one sheet.
I am bored, but contented. Snug and safe in here,
because
I had the foresight to stock up on my favourite
beer.
