By Ingrid Stocking, Becketwood Member
Where shall I go for food and what will I do for my mood
Onion skin hands from too much washing
Witches’ hair wild from never cutting
Untouchable face — too many germs
unkissable lips, unhugable arms
unbearable news — too many dead bodies
yellow-haired creature at #1
leading the way
to Pandemenia
where all TP is gone
Yes! So well expressed.
Yes, exactly! 🙂
Very clever, Ingird!
A great commentary on our stte of existence. we hope for better days. Stay healthy so you can say that it was all worth it.
Gerhard Johnson
Ingrid wrote a very fine poem
Based on issues forced by staying at home.
Our grooming’s so muddled
and we’re all so befuddled
Where now is a good place to roam?
I’m behind on reading the blogs. This is so Ingrid! Love your style.
And, Rick’s reply!