The Curse of Corona

The curse is not the infection but the quarantine, it is not the pizza we cant digest but the free time. We the animals of habit,oh so naive we try to cook but do not know how to grip the knife. Oh the free time so deceiving; with nothing to do but listen to the newsmen reading We try our skills are here and there , but end up reaching no where. At the end of the day bored and tired, as we slip into our night attire , Only one question rounds our mind, what to watch on the television tonight. Our foe is small and on the rise, not the war to ignore we must fight. Not the war we can win by wits, here our only chance is to sit