A Sonnet about Not Being Able to Travel but Using Imagination Instead, with a Horrifying Climax

Back then when I retired I took a vow

To visit one new country every year;

It's been a great adventure until now,

With flights and cruises all around the sphere.

 

But this year not so much, with travel banned,

For travel brings a risk of getting ill;

If I'd have known this, then I would have planned

A February weekend in Brazil.

 

In spite of staying home I know I can

Go off to countries that may not exist,

Like Costaguana or like Bangistan,

Just steps away and on my Netflix list.

 

Slovetzia calls -- I've got two hours at least --

I'll waste it with Beautician and the Beast!

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Apologies for putting the image of a human being deliberately watching "Beautician and the Beast" into your head. It was already in mine.