(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