Tap Dance Sucker
Can there be a better sound
Than tap shoes, multiplied?
Tapping feet exude more joy
Than most things can provide.
Just today I heard those taps
But never saw their makers;
Such exuberance could not
Be caused by any fakers.
In their practice room, the beat
Was frenzied, fast and frantic;
And the smiles upon my face
Were real and most gigantic.
I’m a tap dance sucker
And it needn’t be Astaire.
Any two-bit tapper
Brings me happiness to spare.
Of all the dances that exist,
If only one were crowned,
I think that tap deserves the prize
If only for the sound!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2013
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