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.