An Ode to Life Mid-Virus
Summer’s on hold, Lo! C19 We douse in soap and chug caffeine There’s much amiss this age, tis clear To see the rate we slosh our beer. But oh, the Gods! You whine and moan Off and off on masks you drone And lament the loss of paper scrubs For cleansing tushie backside rubs. ‘Masks don’t work!’ you now decry ‘You say to wear them, I ask why!’ And on and on you whinge and thrum About your mask and poor, wet bum. The pantry doors now flex and bow Prepped for months with sauce and dough There our starchy treasures sat As Postmen placed goods our mat. We cooked and cleaned (and filled the cup!) Until our taprooms open up. And hey, the months, they now drag on - Now cooking’s dull, the zest is gone With Pop-tarts, pizza in our hands And sodas on our bedtime stands With fries and chips and ale in tow We shluff into a streaming show And spend an hour that turns to six Watching gameshow games and bakers mix. We peer into our amber glass And all at once the worlds’ a gas! Those Lucky Cha