I’m mucking about 

My head in a clout

And nothing seems the same.

Got a new carrot top

Or yarmulke bop

In the merry go wary game.

A fear of outdoors

Of virus and s’mores 

And round and round again!

Tis the quarantine bout

–  sciatica not gout

And it all seems so vain. 

The census is calling

But I am free falling 

Somewhere over the Seine

Should I vacuum and Hoover 

Or hover and vacuum

To smother this lockdown gloom?

Shall I dust and mites

In very small bites 

I definitely have my doubts.

Tis the quarantine mop

All shivers and fop

And I just blew my top 

Again.

09.8.2020

Art: Joseph Lorusso

Thank you @Islwyn_izzy