Though Trump and his VP have lied Any too many people have died Though we’re all stuck at home With our Zoom and our phone To COVID there is a bright side  I probably need to lose weight And sometimes I can’t concentrate Can’t drink at a bar But since I don’t drive my car I got a refund from Allstate  My reading’s all on an eBook So my Zoom background’s not the right look I’m really not lazy I’m going stir crazy But nobody cares how I look  I now drink wine by the carafe There’s little that can make me laugh For video guests I must look by best But only for my upper half  I know I should make sour dough Should work out to my gym’s HIIT show Should get in the groove I should work to improve But at least I don’t suffer FOMO  I read hate-filled Tweets every day Don’t know what day is today And my new best friend, Chuck Drives a UPS truck But I’ve now read all of Hemingway  And my hair just keeps growing and graying It really is oh so dismaying With masks that we don There’s no need to put on My makeup – now I’m just sayin’  I miss driving the interstate I don’t know how to meditate I’ve run out of thread The Paper I dread But I’m stuck inside with my soul mate  Each new day is a bad hair day Food shopping’s still not OK There’s no end in sight They cancelled my flight But this year I’ll skip my birthday  I do all my shopping by mail Can’t get a tan, so I’m pale I practice piano More than I did, so I’m better at playing my scales  It’s easy to lose track of time Get caught up in FB on line Some make me howl Some make me scowl I’m improving my prose and rhymes  It’s hard to be light and carefree We’re tired of this reality But I can be smart I can do my part Watch fireworks on my TV  My triceps are no longer firm I’m fearful of virus and germs But with each passing day more people say That Trump can’t have another term  Â
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Though Trump and his VP have lied
Any too many people have died
Though we’re all stuck at home
With our Zoom and our phone
To COVID there is a bright side
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I probably need to lose weight
And sometimes I can’t concentrate
Can’t drink at a bar
But since I don’t drive my car
I got a refund from Allstate
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My reading’s all on an eBook
So my Zoom background’s not the right look
I’m really not lazy
I’m going stir crazy
But nobody cares how I look
Â
I now drink wine by the carafe
There’s little that can make me laugh
For video guests
I must look by best
But only for my upper half
Â
I know I should make sour dough
Should work out to my gym’s HIIT show
Should get in the groove
I should work to improve
But at least I don’t suffer FOMO
Â
I read hate-filled Tweets every day
Don’t know what day is today
And my new best friend, Chuck
Drives a UPS truck
But I’ve now read all of Hemingway
Â
And my hair just keeps growing and graying
It really is oh so dismaying
With masks that we don
There’s no need to put on
My makeup – now I’m just sayin’
Â
I miss driving the interstate
I don’t know how to meditate
I’ve run out of thread
The Paper I dread
But I’m stuck inside with my soul mate
Â
Each new day is a bad hair day
Food shopping’s still not OK
There’s no end in sight
They cancelled my flight
But this year I’ll skip my birthday
Â
I do all my shopping by mail
Can’t get a tan, so I’m pale
I practice piano
More than I did, so
I’m better at playing my scales
Â
It’s easy to lose track of time
Get caught up in FB on line
Some make me howl
Some make me scowl
I’m improving my prose and rhymes
Â
It’s hard to be light and carefree
We’re tired of this reality
But I can be smart
I can do my part
Watch fireworks on my TV
Â
My triceps are no longer firm
I’m fearful of virus and germs
But with each passing day
more people say
That Trump can’t have another term
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