I need food!

I need food!

My cupboards are bare,

But I can't go to the shops,

Its just isn't fair.

The Government say I'm vulnerable,

I've got to stay in!

I can't leave the house.

Even to empty the bin!

They contacted the shops,

Sainsbury's, Tesco and Asda,

For a delivery slot,

When I need rice and pasta.

The shops sent an email,

Giving a priority slot.

But I've just had a look,

And there isn't a lot!

There's one on Saturday,

At eleven at night!

No, I'll be in bed,

That just isn't right.

I close down my 'puter,

Leave it a while,

I'll have a look later,

This is becoming a trial!

Oh, look there's a slot,

For tomorrow, it seems,

I smile and I click,

As food fills my dreams!

No longer available?

No, that can't be right!

Where did it go,

I cry with such fright!

It shouldn't be hard,

To order online,

Before this darn virus,

I did it just fine!

I stop and I think.

What more can I do?

I sit and I sigh,

I'm feeling so blue!

An hour has passed,

I'll try one more time,

Eureka, there's one!

It's gonna be mine.

I click and I hope,

Oh yes it is booked!

If it hadn't have been,

I couldn't have cooked!

With pleasure I click,

On this and then that,

Oh my, be careful,

Or I'll end up quite fat!

Now I'm relaxed,

I know we won't starve,

Come lunch time on Sunday,

There'll be a chicken to carve.

I'm happy you see,

Don't feel so bleak.

Until, that is,

I try shopping next week!