{"id":62623,"date":"2020-06-27T10:32:53","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T14:32:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=62623"},"modified":"2020-06-28T10:07:26","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T14:07:26","slug":"lockdown-special","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/lockdown-special\/","title":{"rendered":"Lockdown Special"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ingredients, you will need:<\/p>\n<p>1x Global Pandemic<\/p>\n<p>2x parents who&#8217;ve just got used to having the house to themselves<\/p>\n<p>1x son who can&#8217;t stand having to leave the delights of the city for his parents house in the countryside<\/p>\n<p>1x son with pretensions of being a comedian<\/p>\n<p>1x enclosed space for all of them to cook together.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Start with your pandemic, season it liberally with panic, fear and panic buying of supplies.<\/p>\n<p>Individually flavour the other ingredients with vastly varying flavours. examples include liberal attitudes to nudity, differing political viewpoints and an inability to deal with other opinions.<\/p>\n<p>Lock up all ingredients in the confined space for several months. make sure to heat well with large amounts of sunshine but do not allow them outside for more than 1 hour a day.<\/p>\n<p>Begin loudly pointing out all the fun things that your ingredients would be doing if they were literally anywhere else.<\/p>\n<p>Let the comedian son write out a series of poems based on how frustrating he is finding everything. For extra spice, add several disparaging and thinly disguised descriptions of members of his family.<\/p>\n<p>Mix said poetry with three bottles of wine at dinner. Make sure you stir well to let out all the buried resentment from the last 20 years. Sprinkle a few &#8220;OK Boomer&#8221; comments and serve with a long rant about Millennial snowflakes.<\/p>\n<p>Bon appetite<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ingredients, you will need: 1x Global Pandemic 2x parents who&#8217;ve just got used to having the house to themselves 1x son who can&#8217;t stand having to leave the delights of the city for his parents house in the countryside 1x son with pretensions of being&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1484,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-62623","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62623","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1484"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=62623"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62623\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":63066,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62623\/revisions\/63066"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=62623"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=62623"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=62623"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}