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I Am a Spastic Dancer

I am a spastic dancer
exuberant with giant moves, arms and legs flailing
mirth and joy spin through my pores as I tamp and stamp
I am the utmost party animal 
My grandchildren love it
Their mothers hide behind prissy cloth napkins
Pretending I did not birth them

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Jan Allison

Date: 7/22/2021 10:30:00 AM

ah so you've taken up .mum dancing' its almost as bad as 'dad dancing; lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/21/2021 6:50:00 PM

Am reminded of an actual real-live 'spastic dancer,' Joe Cocker (and his band, 'Mad Dogs & Englishman). He was at Woodstock, in 1969. I don't think too many realized how many 'issues' he had. But he managed...

Susan Ashley

Date: 7/21/2021 4:45:00 PM

Hahaha! Dear Caren, your vibrant endearing and humorous imagery is fabulous, but it is the rapier wit of your last two lines that I love the most. Warmest wishes, my friend.. ~Susan

L Milton Hankins

Date: 7/21/2021 1:38:00 PM

(chuckle) amazing how our children can be ashamed of us, but the problem really belongs to them.