COVID-19 blues; working hard from home

Schools closed, children home
running, screaming, crying loud.
Not them, I meant me.
The store shelves are bare.
Has bath tissue turned to gold?
That would be painful.
Kahlil Gibran urged
“togetherness with spaces”
How ’bout separate floors?
Sting wrote our anthem:
Don’t stand so, don’t stand so, don’t
stand so close to me
Spring Break trip cancelled —
We went to Shoe Carnival.
The rides really sucked.
My wife must hate me.
She upped my life insurance,
booked me on a cruise.
Working hard from home.
Crossword puzzles, Sudoku.
I really should rest.
Me, harmonica —
I’m playing the COVID blues.
Dogs howl for mercy.
Busy day writing,
coming up with words that
rhyme with quarantine
I told the teller,
I have a gun, give me cash
or I swear I’ll sneeze.
Seizing time to read,
I’m catching up on classics
like “Cat in the Hat”
Still working from home —
When’s the last time I showered?
Is today Thursday?
Graduation cancelled.
Now Dad doesn’t need to know
that I flunked physics.
Easter Sunday lunch —
I asked what dish I could bring.
Clorox wipes, she said.
Whole, Skim, 2%
All the milk has been taken.
Dry Raisin Bran, yumm!
My hair’s like a tree —
its roots gray and branches black.
And my salon’s closed.
Life’s full of regrets.
Charmin 12-packs were on sale
back in November.

I just touched my face!
And eyes, nose, and mouth! Oh wait,
I’m in the shower.
Hi, Dr. Fauci,
May I call you Anthony?
Will you be my Dad?
I cut my own hair —
ends trimmed, top thinned, and sides shaped.
Everyday’s hat day.
My gym is shut down.
For exercise I’m walking
fast to Krispy Kreme.
I bet you ten bucks
no one on this Zoom call knows
I’m not wearing pants.
And then two that aren’t meant to be funny…
AA Groups shut down.
Liquor stores remain open.
Explain “essential.”
Spring’s high throne and crown
has been overthrown this year.
Blossoms fall like tears.