We’ve turned a page on the calendar, and the fact that the act of doing so is a source of excitement tells you something, doesn’t it? The quarantine life is so unremarkable that it is . . . well, remarkable, and my remarks come in the form of some bad verse.
Same Old, Same Old
I bet I’ve said “same old, same old”
A million times before
But now, amidst this quarantine
I’ve never meant it more.
As “endless April” now is done
And May spring lies ahead
Maybe they’ll let me leave my ‘hood
And go someplace new instead.
But while the shutdown lingers
We’ve cooked and kept on cooking
And looked at every TV show
That seems to be worth looking.
We’ve walked, walked, and walked again,
Until our feet are sore
But since there’s nothing else to do
I guess we’ll walk some more.
We hope that it soon will end
This whole enforced staycation
And going out for a haircut
Will be cause for celebration.
Coronavirus taught me a lesson
I’ll remember now and then
When it’s all over I’ll never say
“Same old, same old” again!