In the Daze of the Dance Craze
I’d never seen a Fox Trot
nor a Jittery Bug
Though whenever I’d Twist
in agony I’d Shout
But when a Hully became a Gully
and Monsters like Potatoes were Mashed
This Jerk got on his Pony ~
and Loco Motioned those Stoned Phonies
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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