Space Polka

Space Polka We heard there was a dance at the Planet Pulaski this Saturday night, called for a space cab with delight. The domed community center was hopping, Stanislaus Brodsky Band played a fast polka Martians pranced across the floor drinking mocha. Flying lizards from Planet Lizardo flapped their wings, in time to the accordian, concertina and guitar, Olga a local Pulaskian belted a song about a star. Time for my sweetie and I to join in the fun, dipping and turning on the shiny glass floor, all watched as we did the ethnic dance galore. A one-eyed Wallorian from the Planet Wallo, cut right in and grabbed my human arm, smiling broadly without teeth and lacking charm. His sloppy feet kept stepping on mine, I looked for my beau and he was no where near, got rid of the creature by offering him a beer. Apes from the Planet Primatia got into a fight, flying banana peels flew throughout the air, hitting dancers on their heads and everywhere. All the patrons joined in the Polka dance melee, the band kept playing as if everything was alright, Running out the door I tripped and fell with might. Hours later I woke up in my comfortable bed, apparently, I was having a long and colorful dream, something about dancing the Polka to the extreme.