the dancing house
The dancing house at twelve hundred O’toole
Was on the path to my childrens’ school
On Tuesdays she would jive and dip
Weird to see her spin on this short lived trip
This would not be so bad said my neighbor Sue
But some days she flips her foundation and shows panties too
A house with bloomers? Can you imagine this on your way to school?
If you cannot, better head out to twelve hundred O’Toole.
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