Dads Shouldn'T Dance
I danced the dance of the unrestrained,
It felt so good I danced again.
At my gyrations, ladies swooned
(well if not, they would do soon)
I did not care, for this was me
In wild abandon for all to see.
I was hip, I was the man
My dancing moves, they were just grand.
Then I saw my children's faces...
Beetroot red, heads in hands.
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