Some of you, will in memory, may fondly recall.
Enchanting, colored dance floors, you all had a ball!
When women still wore stunning, gorgeous dresses,
Unafraid to wear makeup, and sport long, shiny tresses.
No, you were not vaping or drugging it up, to be cool.
You did not want to be a stoner or be the town fool,
Youeven wore pricey perfume, just to reel in a mate,
Some tall dude, with agility to dance, was to be your fate.
It was kismet, the moment you stared in a dance partner’s eyes.
You both as if floating, on air, in amorous,cloud like disguise
The lit, multi-colored dance floor, The Bee Gees music filled the room.
You looked up, and there your shiny prince stood~love musically! in bloom!
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The carefree menagerie
a very merry coterie
of holiday lovers, and
well-heeled brothelers
they rarely miss a chance
to freeload for free
Not stranded at borders
shell-shocked from orders
~ no pretense of royalty
High heeled shoes walking
Doing special kind of talking
Spreading a sensual feeling
Sending watchers reeling
Uplifting and enhancing
Really sexy when she’s dancing
Helping her to look classy and chic
Making her look powerful and unique
SPRING-HEELED JACK
Spring-Heeled Jack was a very odd chap,
And a very odd chap was he.
His eyes glowed like a pyre,
He wore batman’s attire.
He was frightful not least
Because from the mouth of this beast
Spewed forth a tongue of blue fire.
Spring-Heeled Jack had a very strange knack,
And a very strange knack had he.
By way of a spoof
He jumped roof to roof,
And a ten-foot wall
Presented no trouble at all
To this Jack of the cloven hoof.
Spring-heeled Jack had a very tough mac,
And a very tough mac had he.
The soldiers might fire
But unscathed he’d retire.
He sure was no pullet,
Distaining each bullet,
And mocking the military’s ire.
Spring-Heeled Jack had a very sad lack,
And a very sad lack had he.
With a talent like his
He could have been king of show biz
And regarding high jumps
Jack would have been trumps.
What a deplorable waste of his whizz!
Spring-Heeled Jack had a very long whack,
And a very long whack had he.
Despite many a try
No catcher came nigh,
So through Victoria’s long age
It was Jack who held stage.
Though now, it appears, he’s more shy.
High-heeled Ferris wheel riders,
cackling as if their tails were afire.
Red mouths agape, screeching at stars
round and round spinning to black.
Rouged rough riders finally seduced,
stumbling from buckets into the sequined night...
Bargain beer freely flowing
cut-offs and halter tops glowing.
Everyone's tongue becoming a knife in a sideshow...
The tacky and raspy crooked floor games.
Strong man lifting balloons above a puffy sad face,
Nothing is classy but the two-headed snake.
Between the dill pickled fog and vanilla milkshakes
the Ferris wheel suddenly stopped.
They sidestepped the giggling turnstile
and slept it off on the L train.
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