HELPING AND HOPING
In my fridge and in my pantry
HELPING AND HOPING
In my fridge and in my pantry
Lots of wine always comes in handy
Boredom and snacking and watching the telly
Chips and chocolates, and bowls of jelly
Cooking and cleaning, I can’t do it yet
But I’ll do it soon – Get ready, Get set
Broken wrist healing, but taking it’s time
My patience is helped by one or two wines
Swollen and painful, my knuckles and hand
Not much movement yet – not what I planned
Soon I’ll be cooking and baking again
Hoping and hoping, that this lockdown ends
Shopping for groceries, is now, such a chore
Things that you want, are not there anymore !
Stocking up … on tinned foods … and long life
So, if things don’t get better, we won’t be in strife
Crossing my fingers for JobSeeker payments
Not getting them means … making other arrangements
Walking for exercise isn’t too bad
Writing a poem, stops my brain going mad
When my wrist improves to the point at which
I can take the dogs with me … that will be the switch !
Photographers, Coaches, Actors and Singers
Entertaining us all, while we go through the wringer
The best thing will be when I go back “on-set”
Commercials AND tv AND movies – YOU BET !!
And, I wanted to mention … my talented friends
Who continue performing, to help us all mend.
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