The Shag
I know a lot of you will think
that a word like ‘Shag’ is a terrible thing to use.
But, in my life, my world, if you care to discuss:
you’ll learn a thing or two of southern syllabus.
Along about nineteen fifty four, as I recollect.
In a small Myrtle Beach bar ------trendy, circumspect.
Nameless here for the sake of patent rights, and permissions
not asked for, you know the gist—legal fights.
But none the less, the fat boy’s ambitions
live on.
Not only in the name of his Bar, you see;
but the name of the dance.
And the name of the dance is the S-H-A-G
Yes,here it is more than sixty years later.
The shag clubs number a hundred or better.
And that is conservative I would think.
For in the south, still home to the skating rink.
Still, beholding to the thought of romance.
It’s fitting to claim, and often to brag
of a dance we own and still love- - the Shag!!!!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
