Yesterday’s Wordle being on the dark side, I redress the balance here with one of the great joys of the season, written for Poetic Bloomings “Invitation to the Dance” prompt. Image from Saturday’s Show
As September draws to a close
excitement and anticipation mount.
The long-awaited day arrives
and Strictly Come Dancing* is back.
Swirls of sequins and long slim legs;
rippling muscles on bare manly chests;
overweight but game twirlers,
rhythm and drama,
grace and beauty,
humour butts in with inept steps.
All is fuel to our enjoyment.
Four weird judges wave their arms,
bandy words with gay abandon
but in the end justice prevails
and by Christmas we will vote
the best pair of dancers
from an eclectic bunch.
It’s over, and we sigh.
* The British equivalent of Dancing with the Stars