Zoom

Zoom 

Sitting by Zoom, 

In the dining room,  

Tempted to get another snack. 

He's buffering, 

I'm suffering, 

I should have bought a Mac. 

I try to focus,  

My attempts are bogus, 

My head begins to ache. 

Do I need glasses? 

Or to take night classes? 

More crisps? For goodness' sake. 

I ponder that theme tune, 

As it hits afternoon, 

And I concentrate on feeling chilly. 

Next I’m too warm, 

To listen and conform, 

He'll be finishing soon, will he? 

As it draws to a close,  

I remember those, 

Times I commuted into work. 

Early to wake up, 

Putting on my makeup, 

Now on Instagram I lurk. 

Facemask on, 

Slippers I don, 

I hover the mouse of exit. 

To the end the session,  

He has a question, 

‘Turn your cameras on for the next bit?’