The day they all decided
staying home was for the best
every woman in the country
had to face tougher test.
For the ones who need enhancement
this would be a harder plight
and we’ve stooped to desperate measures
as there is no end in sight.
I missed my nail appointment
when we had to hide away
and my hair salon, they cancelled
they’ll be back when all’s ok.
I have run out of foundation
and my front tooth has a chip.
It’s hard to keep this up beat
when you really look like shit.
I am “Zooming” all work meetings
fully dressed from half way up,
all the while hiding the dentistry
behind a coffee cup.
I have cut down my acrylics
so I’m still able to type
and I’m dying my hair purple
in the dark-root-combat fight.
In the end this is just silly
when you look at all our grief.
When we’re desperate for our NHS
to just find some relief.
But I bet when we come out this
(if we’re not all on the dole)
appointments with a nail bar
will be scarce as toilet roll.
A Scot’s lass (not a lass these days really) living in Kent. I am currently working from home, being in the Key Worker category (food industry) and am cramping my husband and cat’s style by being constantly at home. I write mainly poetry and have been published in The Linnet’s Wings, I’m Not a Silent Poet, Silver Birch Press, among others.