AN ODE TO STRICTLY COME DANCING

poem by: Darryl Ashton
Written on Sep 13, 2017

The spectacular Strictly is
here again;
All climb aboard the 
glitter train.
With soap stars, singers,
a presenter or two,
Weeks of entertainment
for me and you.


Where friendships are
made and rivalries begin,
It's anyone's guess who'll
eventually win.
The celebs get their 
partners, the pairings 
are made,
But no couple knows
who will make the grade.


Spray tans at the ready,
sequins of every hue,
The professionals teaching
the celebs what to do.
The amazing live orchestra
are fabulous to hear,
The studio audience will
clap and they'll cheer.


From fast Latin to ballroom,
so full of grace,
Which celebrity will keep
up the pace?
Who'll be heading to Blackpool?
The highlight of the show.
Who will be good enough?
Only the judges know.


The classic waltz sways, a
joy to observe,
But which of the couples
will keep their nerve
In the dreaded dance-off
to keep their place?
The terrifying judges 
they'll have to face.


The criticism usually 
honest and fair,
The public decides the
winning pair.
Who'll get the glitterball?
We'll have to wait and
see,
By watching every 
weekend on the BBC.


BY
DARRYL ASHTON 

 

Tags: Humor,

 

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