(Written by my mom.) Hair needs trimming I miss church! But DeWine has left me In a lurch. Visit the grandkids Cuz I'm not infected At least as far as It's detected. Paint a portrait? Write a book? Clean a cranny And a nook... Got no gloves Lost my mask Pass the Purell And my flask! I'm stuck at home But what's so hard? Perhaps I'll write My Christmas card. Shopping’s become A stressful caper, As we run out of Toilet paper. People! People! Check your greed! How much TP Do you need??? Grammy's locked down With no one to see Thanks a lot Commander Xi !😢 And here's what’s giving Me angina— Too much trade with Lying China! (Edited for formatting.)