Sheltering in Place….a poem

(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.


Where the action is…

Al Hood 2020