Fashionista! #15: Flattening the Curve

(Manhattan tiger lockdown)
 
 
Well here I am, the panic’s got me caged  
Just like a million others in this town.
I wouldn’t mind if it were all the rage
In quarantine while COVID’s going round.
 
My daughter’s doing lessons on her Pad
Secluded in her room the way she likes.
I’m catching up on all the latest fads
In fashion ads last Fall betwixt the spikes.
 
It isn’t spikes that has me feeling down  
Or even that there’s not much to live on.
Manhattan is my home & my playground,
A party that I’d throw all weekend long;
 
For when there was no social distancing,  
The sexy guys who’d join me on a date.
Then back up to my place for wine & flings
When having them as dinner couldn’t wait.
 
I think upon those days, my tummy growls,
I call the pizza man to come and serve.
My smartphone does what I’d do if I prowl,
Deliver sans the cheese, flatten the curve!