So, fed up with Covid rules,

this lockdown taking us for fools,

and missing socials as one might

invented, is our new date night.


Not one foot beyond the door,

with steak to carve and wine to pour,

re-decorated, our small home

now looks Italian, as in Rome.


Vivaldi playing in our ears,

we’ll kiss as we’ve not done in years,

and act as Roman lovers must,

I’ll flex my pecs, she’ll fluff her bust.


Then as Caesar, Cleo too,

we’ll dance until the night is through,

she in toga, jewels, and bling…

my gladiating sword will swing!