It Gives Me the Jitters
You would need giant shears
To cut a rug,
And why should anyone need to do it?
In their 20s and 30s, they jitterbugged
If you had the energy to pursue it
The jitterbug was a lively dance
That was all the rage,
They danced frantically
Both entirely engaged
In dancing as if there was nothing to it.
All seemed to dance on one spot,
Not using up much space,
They jitterbugged and jitterbugged
At a manic pace
The poor rug suffered that was on the floor
Continuous dancing is the reason that rug wore
It acquired dents and slashes
As if cut by scissors or a knife
Caused by all those young lads and lasses
That cut the carpet, causing the rug strife.
To cut a rug means to dance,
Not just the Jitterbug.
I like to dance the waltz,
Cos, I get a cuddle and a hug.
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