Two Roads Diverged in a Pandemic Parody Poem

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both,

For I could not leave my neighbourhood

Unless I sorely misunderstood

A virus spreading with rapid growth.

My momentous life choice for the day

Is much more concerned with these four walls

And exactly where my rear will lay.

The favoured couch sitting near a fray

For which my derriere strongly calls?

Nay, rather I will venture unknown

An unyielding and rough wooden stool

For whom, no preference have I shown,

Bravely my bottom shall make its throne.

The road less taken is truly cruel.

Leave I this lesson a learned lass

And sure as science the day will come

Whence this foul pandemic comes to pass,

Then I shall share this tale of my ass

And tell of my quarantine wisdom.