Din of Chagrin

Alistair T.S.E. Allen

 

Smile wide, not snide, all the while 

throughout pandemic fear’s guile

in neat six-feet distanced file

mile upon mile in exile

without us getting too riled,

just smile on through vile trial

spit out alienating bile

and poems from domicile

in hidden heroic style…

 

Lean in to grin without any chagrin

as you grimly spin winsome freedom’s vim

Don’t let your gregarious guffaws dim 

Latch onto lost liberty’s kith and kin 

Trim not your wild joie de vivre’s tree limbs

Though bird of paradise song now seems slim

Don’t fall for terror’s fiercesome flam nor flim

 

Chuckle at man-made muddle

Eat a truffle for each trouble

Cuddle in your huddled bubble

Skip puddles as you scuttle

Yodel yearnings so subtle

Flutter wings as you trundle

down byways with wine bottle

Spend lotto not in brothel

 

O ghetto grotto, mottled moans throttle!

 

29/8/2020