C is for Covid – the nineteenth of these a tiny red virus brings us to our knees
We can’t ride our cycles – we can’t walk the dog
we’re stuck in our cabins - utterly bored.
We’ve redone the dishes and re-cleared the sink We’ve cleared out the pantry – got rid of the stink The recipe books we’ve collected for yonks
are sorted and culled and reviewed and now dumped.
The freezer defrosted – the first time in years,
those ancient fish pizzas, those twice-frozen pears. A large pot of something suspiciously grey…
when offered to chickens they wandered away!
We discovered some peaches, with rust on the lids possibly something we bought for the kids.
No use-by is mentioned - just when were they done? The children are grown up with kids of their own.
We’re trying to hold it – be civil and nice
but keeping the lid on comes harder – high price. The partner starts nagging, it gets on my brain, my naturally placid demeanor is strained.
Escape! Take a break now… get out of here, Fred don Hop-a-long mask to slow down the spread Add water and soap suds, hand cleaner and space to keep social distance – just one other face.
Be ready to argue, with Docs, cops or spouse;
“I’m essential. I’m working, I’m with the work force,
“I’m needed for travel, can’t do it from home,
“ Just let me meander wherever I roam.”
I’ll come home tomorrow all calm and refreshed
I’ll start on the office, I’ll give it my best, I’ll stick to it strongly, be ruthless as Isis
The one thing I’ve learnt – Don’t waste a good crisis!
© Terry Allan April 2020