A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead
Delivered right to our love seat
For more breadsticks, I will ask
You and I, mask to mask

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
Whatever order we can expedite
Delivered any time we want
From our Italian restaurant

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Things are real bad with me these days
Lost a good job, built a home office
So did the wife, hating our life
And we’re stocked up with beans

Ain’t touched since long ago
I gained weight, I did not know
I could ever eat so much during
Quarantine

Do you remember those days hanging out
At the village green?
Socializin’ in crowds way before
COVID-19
Drop a dime in the box without
Thinkin’ if it’s been cleaned
Cold beer, no mask
All just recklessly sharing flasks

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Brenda and Eddie were the
Popular steadies
Years ago when there used
To be proms
Riding around with the car top
Down and without a mask on
Back when you’d fly in airliners
And sit two feet apart at the
Parkway Diner
We never knew we’d be yearning
For that kind of life
Surely Brenda and Eddie would
Always know how to survive

Brenda and Eddie were still going
Steady in the summer of COVID-19
When they decided the marriage would
Be anything but routine
The future was very hazy
But a wedding on Zoom was just way too crazy
A party with no bar or dancing just seemed
So obscene
But there we were toasting Brenda and
Eddie through screens

They stocked the apartment with a
Full bar cart
And a DVD box set of Cheers
A Nintendo, meds, and some yeast to
To make bread
That would last them a couple
Of years
They started to fight and they
Needed sunlight
And they just didn’t count on
The tears

They lived for a while
In this social exile
But it’s always the same in the end
They filed for divorce, which was delayed
Of course
More time together they just
Couldn’t spend
They’d go back to the green but
With no vaccine
It didn’t look like they’d be
Back again

Brenda and Eddie had had it already
After three months of COVID-19
With him learning banjo,
Waiting for the plateau,
And no one ate those beans

They couldn’t smooth out all
The creases
They just had to pack up
Their puzzle pieces
We always knew they would both
Find a way to get by

That’s all I heard about
Brenda and Eddie
Can’t tell you more cause my
Sourdough’s ready
So here we are wavin’ Brenda
And Eddie goodbye

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A bottle of red, a bottle of white
Whether from Postmates or their own website
We’ll order anytime we want
From our Italian restaurant