Sometimes we take a turn with others in the dance club.
It’s fun and friendly but when it’s over - you know it.
He stepped on my foot
and I winced in pain
he’d stepped on my foot
and then he did it again
That's the danger in dancing
a slow dance - being too snug
his hands on your back
and you're pinned like a bug
I should wear combat boots
when cutting a rug
with guys I'm not sure of
I’d finally had enough
The last guy ended our dance
by adding a hug - I don’t know,
a bit extra, but I went with the flow
Why am I sweating in strange men’s arms?
Then again, what exactly is the harm?
The social oddity of public touching,
of course, is that if we weren’t dancing,
would I even stand close to them?
p.s.
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A song for this:
I'll Call You Mine by girl in red
August by No Vacation
Description, O my diatribe?
Stand before the court!
O comedians, with thy jibe!
Paragraphs to sort!
Where is hope on gallows hill?
Couldn't be real sure.
Yellow priestess, queen until?
Revelation tour.
Humble as a humbug?
Pride raises high the pain.
Dancers, rhythm! Cut a rug!
Doom is to disdain!
Death, thy destiny. Live free.
Placards of the plea.
O ye angels, come for tea!
Demons, how about ye?
Tyrant of deep waters?
Alliance Black Abyss.
Daughters, commit slaughters!
No one we will miss!
Rivers, needing rivets?
O lampreys, rub thy ribs.
Deadly are such divots!
Just nibble on the nibs!
Unify the endless hordes?
Bid them sharpen swords!
Watercress, thy water boards!
Mother Sin, thy gourds...
My pet is a pincher bug
Called earwig said cousin Doug
Takes little room, lies on my mug
I click photo, he looks quite smug
He can really dance and cut a rug
I love Barney Bee my pincher bug
Scrapped slew of core concert memories,
they come back to me with an intro;
Set opens with that number one hit,
the crowd roars with the very first chord;
They come back to me with an intro,
taking me right back to that old tour;
The crowd roars with the very first chord,
tickets and wristbands capture the sound;
Taking me right back to that old tour,
endless lines and bustling adrenaline;
Tickets and wristbands capture the sound,
it gets pumped directly to my veins;
Endless lines and bustling adrenaline,
every nostalgic note comes flooding;
It gets pumped directly to my veins,
a portal to cut a rug through time;
Every nostalgic note comes flooding,
set opens with that number one hit;
A portal to cut a rug through time,
scrapped slew of core concert memories.
You would need giant shears
To cut a rug,
And why should anyone need to do it?
In their 20s and 30s, they jitterbugged
If you had the energy to pursue it
The jitterbug was a lively dance
That was all the rage,
They danced frantically
Both entirely engaged
In dancing as if there was nothing to it.
All seemed to dance on one spot,
Not using up much space,
They jitterbugged and jitterbugged
At a manic pace
The poor rug suffered that was on the floor
Continuous dancing is the reason that rug wore
It acquired dents and slashes
As if cut by scissors or a knife
Caused by all those young lads and lasses
That cut the carpet, causing the rug strife.
To cut a rug means to dance,
Not just the Jitterbug.
I like to dance the waltz,
Cos, I get a cuddle and a hug.
Integrity, his middle name
'Tops' was his trademark
Scrupulous in all he did
'Exceptional,' his benchmark
Low maintenance for every boss he'd had
Beloved of his Mom and Dad
When he married the girl next door
They cut a rug on the banquet floor...
Two years later, their marriage shattered
His wife's emotions lay in tatters
All she'd wanted was affection ~
All he demanded was perfection
I remember when soda pop was a nickel
Same for a double strawberry popsicle,
Back then the best cars had long tailfins
We did silly things for “sh*ts and grins,”
Turned-up collars and slicked-back hair
We’d do almost anything on a dare,
Wearing white bucks, bell-bottom slacks
Playing marbles and eating cracker jacks,
Drive-In theaters and doing the jitterbug
The corner hangout where we cut a rug,
I remember flagging the Greyhound bus
A major form of transportation for us,
Clamp-on roller skates at the roller rink
With the Cold War, always on the brink,
Wild birthday parties playing Post Office
Where most of us got our first real kiss,
This was how it was way back then
When I was growing up and so, so thin!
Written April 19, 2022
There was a lady named Susan
Always worryin’, frettin’ and stewin’
Talkin’ woe is me’ to old man Lance
Who coaxed and cajoled her to dance
Lo and behold! They could cut a rug
Doin' the cha-cha and jitterbug
Soon the talk of the town
They danced every dance around
Smilin’ Sue found it all so confusin’
That grinnin’ Lance thought it all so amusin'
Wyeth Wyeth
He cut a rug
Wyeth Wyeth
He smoke all drug
Wyeth Wyeth
Need a hug
Wyeth Wyeth
Stoke the nug
Wyeth Wyeth
He is so cool
Wyeth Wyeth
Never cruel
Wyeth Wyeth
He go in pool
Wyeth Wyeth
McDaniels rules
effortlessly we cut a rug in the beautiful moonlight
it was one of those perfect nights you never forget
among the starlight scattered and spinning on the dance floor
the sweet remains of our lovely night dancing
we wandered the soft side of night
in eachother's arms
it was like having a yearling heart all over again
it was like being in love for the first time all over again
with my head nestled on her bare shoulder
like discovering what it was
like being with a woman the first time
a long beautiful moment that lasted forever in my yearling heart
that wrote a lifetimes love affair just in
those precious moments in her arms
such is the intoxicating beauty that is my lover
such is the occult magic of womanhood
that i thirst so much for
that i adore so deeply
that is the root of all love poems
the beauty of a woman's heart
we wandered the soft side of night
in eachother's arms
dancing embraced in eachother's love
forever more
© 2016 mark john junor all rights reserved
Today is the day you really go out and play on sinful Saturday. Well I don't want to bring everybody in, It's about eight out of ten and I'm not trying to put you down so don't jump the gun and frown.
I know some are going to cut a rug and some are going to drink and drug, some will just go to fuss and fight because they don't appreciate anything nice. It's as if they were raised in a zoo, so stay away from that crew.
Now for those who go to dance and romance, if it's til broad daylight then that's alright, 'cause you worked all week and some pleasure you do seek. So forget about it all, have yourself a ball. Then come back at your peek, ready for another week. And how do I know the format, been there, done that.
This is why I'm not trying to cut to the quick, if you want to go to the click or have a lovely picnic, I pray you don't loose your way on this sinful Saturday.
HAVE A GREAT DAY.
Happily piling in,
The discount store games begin
tis the season to be jolly but
Dont ****ing touch me!-
beneath the holly
I dont know where that mouths been
and look at those clothes!
thrift store threads, what hideous throws!
Clank clonk clank, duh
dribbling dance, but i wont get on the dance floor and
Cut a rug!
Im far too fly of a fashion bug
Hairs exquisite down to the longitudinal strand
ha did you see last night reality show?
Come up with phantoms
Sphinxes, and gargoyles-
The honest are misleading
Succubus lies in recline
And snickers at it all
While her parasol protects her
Cuz the demons dont like the sun at all
See the pretty little Ladybug
In summer she'll sit on your mug
Pose in her polka dots
Delighting tiny tots
Play a tune and she may cut a rug
~*~
Note: Nor for a contest...just fun : )
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