Getting fed up stopping at home,
so I thought I’d write a poem :-
Mowed the lawn, painted the shed,
spent a bit more time in bed.
With garden dug, and jobs all done,
I went to sit out in the sun.
The sun was warm and very nice,
I even dosed off once or twice.
When I awoke, my face all red,
just like a beetroot, my good wife said.
Back inside and cooling down,
reading a book, with a frown.
I would like to see my friends again,
trouble is, I don’t know when.
If this lockdown doesn’t soon end,
I think I’ll be going round the bend.
🚲