The Dancing: the Return Thereof
Prelude
After banishing my foe off to hell
The Lord took pity on my soul
And returned it to my undead shell
Again, I was alive and whole
But the consequences of a second chance
Meant that I would have to lead a life Godly and good
Now more sins and women would I romance
The dancing is afoot…
I used to drink and get drunk as a skunk
I used to not think and shoot first
But the Lord has turned me into a monk
I don’t know which is worse…
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Dark shadows on the wall
Strange noises in the hall
Total darkness in the room
Like and eerie cold black tomb
Twelve o’clock and all is well…
At least as far as I can tell
Nothing stirring in the night
Recovering slowly from my plight
I’m sleeping in my bed
Dreaming of the living dead
Twirling, whirling and prancing
In my dreams the bugger’s still dancing.
I awoke with a gasp and a start
Sweat soaked, wildly beating heart
I can’t get a good night’s sleep
My mind won’t keep in slumber deep
Sailing my ship of dreams through Sandman Sound
No rest for the wicked there to be found
Raging sea all around
I keep running my ship aground
The battle joined and fiercely won
But I fear all the unkind deeds I’ve done
Keep haunting me like an old rerun
I tell you, this is not a time of jolly good fun
I had won the battle and he’s now gone
But I fear the war’s still going on
Do I need to make a plan,
If this thing gets out of hand?
In his tomb he lies unsaved
Not at rest in an early grave
Why do I fear his undead body returning
Surely in hell his soul is burning
I must rest, but I have no peace
Will this foreboding ever cease?
Anxiety over fears unfounded
I must get my mind grounded
I welcome sleep to come at last
Maybe meds will help it fast
My head aches, my stomach’s sick
Thoughts of reprise cut me to the quick
Like and old black and white movie show
With a cast of all B players I don’t know
Acting out stories in motion slow
Like staring at an old TV, can’t see through the snow
Exhausted into a restless sleep I fell
My ship was tempest tossed on the ocean’s swell
BANG! Something woke me up
Bleary eyed I reached for my cup
From my cup I took a drink
And thought for a few seconds
No time to pause and think
So, I reached for my weapons
My trusty cane and top hat
And I donned my dancing suite
I dressed for the occasion at that
And I slipped on my dancing shoes
Being dyslexic I lost my time
And the rhythm of my mind
And it was soon that I did find
That I had changed my rhyme
WHAM! BAM! Through the door he came
Feet first into my bedroom
Fortunately, he was a bit lame
And he fell down with a big BOOM!
I jumped up with my cane in hand
And lunged forward swinging it over my head
Again and again I struck the dead man
Until I thought he was again truly dead
But then he jumped up from the floor
Muttering a few curse words ya know
He unsheathed a mighty sword
And came at me swinging it to and froe
“Have at you”, he cried and sallied forth
And I said, “Do your worst!”
I muttered, “Is that all your efforts are worth?”
He completely missed me at first
It was an ancient battle axe
Once wielded by my ancestral Galls
I feigned left and went right
And grabbed the axe from its holder
I knew with it I would win the night
Before the night grew much older
He spun around and kicked me in the stomach
I bent over in pain and started to cough
I thought the only way to destroy him quick
Was to chop his head completely off
I had to choose my dance carefully
I stupefied him with The Curly Shuffle
I had to dance around him stealthfully
I had him totally baffled and befuddled
I sidestepped and shuffled about
Until I had him in my sights
I pulled back my arm, through the axe straight out
The axe struck home and put out his lights
I uttered a few curse words and said, “What the heck!”
I had loosed the axe, my aim was sure
With a spurt of blood, It hit him directly in the neck
His head flew off and rolled across the floor
It rolled over and stopped at my feet
There was a confused look upon his face
On my shoes he began to bleed
And I said, “It’s time for you to leave this place!”
I kicked his head like a soccer ball
It flew out of the door
And way down the hall
It was the fireplace I was aiming for
I lit up the fireplace with a roaring fire
And threw his body on to the flaming wood
It consumed the body entire
As the head it surely would
I walked on down the hall
And found the head next to the heater vent
I picked it up and punched it like a volley ball
And into the fire it went
It started to burn, smolder and fry
“Please, where is my hat?!”
He screamed and cried
“I can’t go to hell without that!!!”
“You’ll go to hell just as you are”
“Without the hat my fowl friend”
“You’ll finally be with your master”
“And this is THE END!”
Copyright © Jeff W. Watson | Year Posted 2020
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