The Dating Room

So I have long Covid and this happened in the waiting room when I went for my scan. I was not infectious by this point I might add! :) After months of feeling quite rubbish it uplifted and amused me and inspired a poem (which I love to write normally):

The Dating Room

Someone cracked on at the hospital
When I went for my last Covid scan
A man with an eager look in his eye…
And a strangely un-seasonal tan

Now I passed judgment quite quickly
Forgetting my state of affairs
As I sat alone in the waiting room 
Bedraggled, with lank unwashed hair

You see, even bathing’s exhausting
The virus, it got to my arms!
So, I opted for ease over beauty
Neglecting to nurture my charms

He hovered quite close to me, circling
At a two-metre distance - of course
And started a chat through his face mask
His voice sounded painfully hoarse

This attention was quite unexpected
Not least in my current sad state
I came for a check-up, these pains they won’t let-up
And left with a chance of a date!

I didn’t quite feel the attraction
But it felt very nice to be asked
And it was quite a thrill after months of being ill
That I’d pulled while wearing my mask

Since then, I’ve been back on occasion
And I’m starting to notice a theme
That’s the waiting room’s the dating room
It’s the only place singles convene!