And We Thought Lice Were Bad!
Those were the good old days.

With gloves and mask, I hit the store, And kept my six-foot space. Walking up and down the rows, I kept a happy face.
I rounded to the pasta, No angel hair or penne, And over in the canned goods. Well — there just wasn’t any.
Matzo stacked sky high, No hiding it this year. I turned around the corner, And there went all my cheer.
I lost it in the milk aisle, I crumbled by the cream. I bought and bagged my food, This has to be a dream.
I thought back to last year, No Virus in the air. And the worst to befall us, Was lice hatching in our hair!
Stay well everyone! And stay at home.
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