The only toilet roll that I can buy’s
The posh stuff. I could always wait and see
If they get more in, but it seems unwise:
Worse to have none, than wipe in luxury.
With too much time at home, I’m cooking way
More food, although I know I really shouldn’t
Be profligate. It’s bad, because today
I tried to fasten up my jeans, and couldn’t.
I haven’t done a laundry load in days.
I thought apocalypse would hold more dramas:
They said we’d have to learn to change our ways:
They never said a thing about pajamas.
A nation lazes, eating junk in bed,
Refreshing sites that daily count the dead.
Tom Juniper Poetry 