Once upon a month so dreary, while I idled weak and weary
Wond’ring should I lift a hand to mop the kitchen floor
Rather I’d prefer some napping, fewer calories be sapping,
Only sleep to try to keep my energy in store
I’ll do this and and nothing more
Though I know that time is fleeting, brains and gumption still retreating
Not a soul for talk or meeting, no one even at the door
Nothing just a bit inspiring, nothing even worth admiring
Holy Moses, this is tiring!
Going on forevermore
How are we to stop this virus, not a thought to help inspirus
Wearing masks and distancing to even up the score
Let us simply face the truth, we are wasting all our youth
Like a gear without a tooth, or a boat without an oar
I hope and pray there’s something more
No one else has found a fix, the pros are running out of tricks
The doctors tell us plan ahead for weeks or months galore
We must escape this quarantine, the same old tired ugly scene
We need to find a way I mean, like hero men of yore
So why not seek a different shore?
We’ll pick up sticks and simply travel, let the crazy world unravel
And check into the Universe for places we can soar
We’ll head for planets far and near, away beyond our atmosphere
We’ll borrow Elon’s rocket, which will launch us with a roar
Will this our sanity restore?
I don’t know why,
But it’s worth a try.
So where’s the door?
Submitted by Norm Serra, Los Angeles County – Pacific Palisades.