We’re Quarantined with a capital Q,
so tell ya what we’re gonna do. Gonna
get some ploomfy blankets and books
and snacks, gonna run ’em all through
to the kitchen and back. Gonna add a
jar of fireflies, too, and sing some songs
on our blue kazoo. Gonna itch and
twitch, but (almost) never scratch. We
can cover our hands with oven mitts
and I’ll pat your back and then we’ll
switch. We’ll swap ghost stories and
bubble gum, and when the end of the
day finally comes, we’ll snuggle in tight
with one last small scritch, and our
teddy bears. Same time tomorrow?
I’ll see you there.
Poetic Asides day 9 of the April PAD Challenge.