I Dance Silly Sonnet
I dance and dance and dance some more
I dance to that funky beat
I tap my feet I move my feet upon the floor
As they turn up the heat
I rock it out and rock around the place
I twist and turn and lift my hands
Sweat drips down and off my face
As I break the binding bands
My body moves left and right
My mind is not in command
My moves are hot and out of sight
It grooves to the music's demand
Finally I fall down to the ground
Like old broken hound
Copyright © James Cottrell | Year Posted 2015
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