Words can scarcely express my elation
That the lockdown may end in this nation
The truth is, I fear,
Whilst my van is parked here
I can’t pick up my fav’rite station.

We have an exceeding large garden
And I hope that you’ll all beg my pardon
But I like to go wild
Like a seventies child
Please don’t let your attitudes harden

I do love my lockdown walks oodles
Just ambling around with my poodles
I derive so much joy
From Helen and Troy
It’s better than winning at boodles

A few of these rhymes may be tentative
Some even experimentative
But I’m trying my best
(Although not by request)
To do something less representative

This was written in response to Kreative Kue 263 published on this site.

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