(With apologies to Joyce Kilmer)
I think that I shall never care,
‘Bout anything besides my chair.
It’s where I go to take my rest,
When that virus has me stressed.
With foot stool close and at the ready,
Between the two, my body steady.
A comfy blanket greets my arrival,
Part and parcel to my survival.
With TV on, I start the streaming,
A wasted day, there’s no redeeming.
The pups on lap to comfort me,
A mindless time, that is the key.
When life gets tough that’s when I choose
To languish there, perchance to snooze.
And only when the threat’s abated
Will my good friend become vacated.
Al Hood 2020