Dancing In His Underwear
I shuddered at a voice so pure
it moved my eyes to tears,
the music grew to fill my chest,
and satiate my ears
and then I shook, a man possessed,
cavortin' 'cross the floor,
collapsing in a sweaty heap,
for I could bear no more!
Like an ol' time tent revival,
I lost sense of who and where,
or what this poor ol' boy was doin'
dancin' in his underwear!
For I was all but nekkid,
what a sight for all to see,
embarrassed, I just paid the fine
and turned around to flee!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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