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The Dancing: Revisited

RIP is what they wrote above me, But that hasn't put an end to this thing. The bugger's still up there happily, Prancing and dancing, And I can't get any sleep! If I could get out of this box of oak, I'd put an end to his nasty little joke. He would never dance again. For I would be the means to his end. The improbable is possible, Some time or another. This is one thing I've learned and oft said, Your dancing is the cause of my pain and torture, So, get ready for the return of the cranky living dead! I'll scare the crap out of you, And send you to an early grave. Then I will dance to a happy tune, While you rot unsaved. Finally, RIP will really mean, Rest In Peace. For The Dancing my friend, Is about to end. As you become one, Of the resting deceased! I threw down the gauntlet, And said, "Dance your worst!" He came at me undaunted, In a terrible burst, Of speed and flying feet. But this served to aid me, In his final defeat. For one thing he forgot, The dead travel fast. I side-stepped his onslaught... No repeat of the past. I spun quickly around, And knocked him to the ground. I Stepped on the dancing fool, And disarmed him of sword. Just the thing for the cause. No time for a messy duel. But just then he uttered a few words, Which gave me reason to pause... A last request? I was given none. Surely you jest, Your dancing days are done! I chopped, hacked, and sliced on, And drove him asunder. He did not last long, And no wonder... I cleaved him open, From knave to chaps. Out spilled his blood and organs. Upon his grave I'll play taps, And dance... Perhaps a "Tap Dance". The time has come for he, With his head lying at his feet, To make observations, Form and express opinions. To see and watch me, Dance The Dancing! My revenge is complete. The last dance is over. And it tasts far more sweet, To know, In Hell, you shall dance no more, Forever. What's that, I hear? You want to wear, The funny little hat, And use the cane... Ah, that's a shame. For you see, Where your going, In the world underground, No Dancing Is Allowed!

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Date: 8/26/2020 5:32:00 PM
Jeff, this whimsical tale made me smile and start dancing.
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