Quarantine Struggles

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.