Dancing in the Dark

My thanks to Mike Halliwell for this snappy little acrostic poem:

Lambeth-walk
Or
Charleston;
Knees-ups
Delight
Our
World-weary
Neighbours.

To any choreographers who may be reading this, how about some bright new versions of those good old dances to incorporate social distancing? Meanwhile, here’s my own stripped-back acrostic based on a randomly-generated word:

Crampon
Lack
Impedes
Mountain
Bid

Hmm … that’s either a shock headline in Mountaineering Weekly or an obscure metaphor for, er,  you-know-what! Not much else to talk about, really, is there? Other subjects are available, I’m told, but like homing pigeons my scattered thoughts keep returning to our collective dovecote of doom …

Did I just say that out loud? Well, strange days breed odd outpourings … as absolutely nobody said, ever!

And talking of odd outpourings, here’s another:

Collect enough data today –
Lift lockdown tomorrow, they say.
If stuck in a pit
Maybe digging ain’t it
But ladder-less, hell, dig away!

Oh dear, grumpy or what? There’ll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover in my next post – just you wait and see! – but just for now and while I’m in this somewhat strange mood, let me leave you with the not-so-fresh prince of despair …

 

 

image: Vauxhall, Oval & Kennington

source: climb from https://randomwordgenerator.com