Bubble Trouble

by Julie Sheldon

I am a single granny
With daughter, and a son
I’ve got a newish lover
And he’s a lot of fun!

Now I can make a ‘bubble’
But which house do I choose?
Someone will be offended
No matter what I do

Do I go to my daughter’s?
And help wipe snotty noses
Or do I see my lover?
For candlelight and roses

Do I go to my son’s house?
And risk an ear bashing
Or shall I go to lover boy’s?
And have some nights of passion

And then, there’s my friend Maureen
Who has nobody else
So shall I spend some time with her?
And not think of myself

Am I a granny dutiful?
On whom they can depend
Am I a selfish lover?
Or a dedicated friend?

This really is a problem
That I could do without
In fact, it was much simpler
When I could NOT go out

Oh Boris! Why’ve you caused me
Such a lot of trouble
I really don’t know what to do
With this flippin’ ‘social bubble’