A poem in the times of quarantine

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We got bored of psych
and houseparty is dead
Our morale is down and
We're hanging by a thread

All the shows I have seen
Every book I have read
will you please go away
if we collectively pled?

I am bored and tired
of laying in my bed
where is the door to Narnia?
It's about time I fled!

Or would Hogwarts be better
With George and Fred
lmma find platform 3/4
After all, I am a Potterhead

I showed this to Shanky
he pointed out a mistake I had med
how could I forget that
even George Weasley is dead!

I am bored with cooking
can't even look at bread
Maggi is the best
with or without the led

I am not going to work
leaving my mails at unread
This ain't ending soon
guys we were misled

We got bored of psych
and houseparty is dead
Our morals are down and
We're hanging by a thread




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