Once, I read a poem about coronavirus, It sucked so I’m writing my own. I have nothing better to do Now that I’m stuck at home. I hate this lockdown. I want to feel the breeze, But at least I don’t have to Sit my GCSE’S. My dad likes to watch football But now he must do without. My mum is online shopping And the pasta is sold out. My brothers play online games Or talk to their friends. Meanwhile I just stay in my bedroom Waiting for this lockdown to end. Boris Johnson is missing. The Queen gave a speech. We are all in this together Despite being out of reach.