Here’s another take on the lockdown. Fred is a fictitious character, but then again he could be real ? 🤔
He tried his hand at cooking
created some ” tasty” meals,
but he got food poisoning
from his dodgy jellied eels.
He decided to take up yoga
got still and calm to meditate,
but he ended up on the sofa
drinking lager by the crate.
He bought some boxing gloves
pummelled a huge punch bag,
but he kept on stopping
for yet another crafty fag.
He badly needed a haircut
as his barnet grew really long ,
but as he hacked at it himself
it now looks a mess and all wrong.
He listened to lots of music
watched boring daytime T. V.
but he got addicted to pizza
and drinking copious amounts of tea.
He put on lots of weight
so no longer “athletic” or thin,
but due to lack of sunlight
he’s now ashen with pale skin.
He remained positive though
stayed cheerful and upbeat,
but often forgot 8.pm Thursday nights
to clap along with others on his street.
He completed the whole lockdown
and survived eating his awful grub,
but the experience hadn’t changed Fred
as he immediately got drunk in the pub !
Poor old Fred, eh? I hope you don’t mind me saying that I liked the concept of this – but the fact that it was phrased and rhymed like poetry took the shine off it for me: I found myself wanting to make it scan better.
You’ve covered a lot of the things that happen to people in confinement though, so good observational stuff. 🙂
Thanks for the feedback to my poem much appreciated. But I wrote it in the intention of it being a rhymed poem. I write in other styles and formats, but for this one I thought I’d write it in this way.
As valid now as it was then.
What I know about poetry wouldn’t fit into an ant’s back pocket but I know what I like.
It didn’t take more than a couple of seconds to get into the rhythm and it read easily all the way down.
Good stuff. 🙂