Today my mom gave me the idea of this poem when she was complaining about doing the dishes. She called it the sink that kept on filling. She wasn’t the only one complaining about things. It turns out when you’re stuck at home for five weeks, there’s a lot to complain about so I turned my rant into a poem:
This lockdown is not thrilling
With the sink that keeps on filling
And time I keep on killing
With the food that keeps on disappearing
And I hope the end is nearing
Who ate all the chips?
The trash that keeps on smelling
When this lockdown will end there’s no foretelling
While boredom starts sinking
My patience starts shrinking
There are dishes in the sink again!
Everything seems boring
And the sky just keeps on pouring
Where my boredom is never ending
While the days are just blending
Where did the junk food go!
The only thing that passes time is eating
As the days just keep on repeating
And the food we keep on consuming
And the coronavirus keeps on blooming
Dishes again!
The outside is waiting
But I’m stuck inside and deflating
All of this I am hating
More poems I am creating
What’s for dinner?
At the coronavirus tracker I am staring
But the virus isn’t sparing
Instead it’s only scaring
Sigh, it’s really disparaging
Schools are closed until who knows when
My friends I am missing
So this virus I am dissing
While assignments I am completing
And the stuff to do keeps on depleting
There are more dishes! Arrrghhh!
On TV there is nothing
Looking around to do something
This coronavirus I am dreading
As I dream of going sledding
I’m boooooored tell me what to do!
There is no debating
This coronavirus I am HATING
This virus thing is rising
And I am left DESPISING
What can I dooooo?
My plans this virus is ruining
The days are really grueling
Five weeks at home we are spending
And they are thinking of extending
MORE DISHES!
After spending so much time at home,
I just want to go outside and roam
As the sink keeps on filling
This lockdown is not thrilling
