29 May 2012

I shouldn't dance,

I'm not a mover,

I've been told before

I'm not a groover,

So I just confine it

To my room,

Draw the curtains,

Disco in the gloom.

But I was once to eager

To have a wiggle,

I forgot the blinds

And I felt a niggle

Spreading through me,

From my gut

As I got down to Thin Lizzy

And I shook my butt.

As I turned in puzzlement,

My boogie cut short,

Someone else was there,

An observer of sorts.

Sat in his greenhouse

An elderly neighbour,

Rudely interrupted

In his horticultural labour

By a young girl dancing,

Now ducking out of sight

Scundered! Think I'll just stick

To dancing in the moonlight.

DelilahBlame It On The Boogie • Opuss № I