I Belly Danced My Heart Out

I belly danced my heart out Until someone yelled STOP! But wait, I lie. I kept dancing. Now doing the quick Lindy Hop. I twisted and twirled and stomped and stamped. Someone yelled out “Stop! You little Tramp!” This did not make me mad, for I was in the zone. I shuffled right by them, my craft duly honed. She is so silly! Someone said in a mean kind of way. I did not care at all. I was here to play. She’s belly dancing again! Someone yelled. Let’s make her stop!” I would not stop now until my body needed to drop. Dancing makes me happy; it keeps my blood clean. To make me stop would be incredibly mean. I guess they do not understand, jealousy is in their way. But I danced on happily, throughout the next day.