It’s that time again,
My bubble has burst.
Someone in my class has sadly got the curse.
The curse, that is, of coronavirus,
So we all have to stay at home.

It’s very boring here,
There is work from home,
But it’s so much quicker when Miss isn’t explaining the simplest things,
So I get done and then I’m told to ‘Let my creativity roam’.

Tell me, how am I to do that if I’m not allowed out of the house?
I’ll tell you:
Write a poem.