The mellow sounds
of Lawrence Welk
are gone,
Guy Lombardo, too.
I remember when
Johnny Mercer
wrote the hits
and Dinah Shore
sang them true.
Do these names
mean nothing
to you…perhaps
The Beatles are
your cup of tea?
Then think, my friend,
and be not dismayed
for you are nearly
as old as me!
Written July 15, 2021
...for Ralph McTell
Gorgeous in her gown of purple silk
she is exquisite.
Her partner in his patent leather
(potent lover) shoes is the perfect fit.
They enter competitions where
they always take first prize.
Gliding to the sounds of Guy Lombardo
they are the top-flight graduates of a
well-respected dancing enterprise.
It is the night they have been waiting for -
the National Prize - and she is confident
that they will win the day.
When the judges read the scores they
come in third... there's nothing she can say.
Beside herself with disappointment
she seeks the spotlight as the orchestra
plays 'Moonlight Serenade.' She twirls
and curtsies in a transport of delight,
and she dances
dances
dances,
long after there is any music...
Security is summoned,
and then an ambulance,
but nothing in the world can
stop her dancing...
dancing....
dancing.....
...for Ralph McTell
Gorgeous in her gown of purple silk
she is exquisite.
Her partner in his patent leather
(potent lover) shoes is the perfect fit.
They enter competitions where
they always take first prize.
Gliding to the sounds of Guy Lombardo
they are the top-flight graduates of a
well-respected dancing enterprise.
It is the night they have been waiting for -
the National Prize - and she is confident
that they will win the day.
When the judges read the scores they
come in third... there's nothing she can say.
Beside herself with disappointment
she seeks the spotlight as the orchestra
plays 'Moonlight Serenade.' She twirls
and curtsies in a transport of delight,
and she dances
dances
dances,
long after there is any music...
Security is summoned,
and then an ambulance,
but nothing in the world can
stop her dancing...
dancing....
dancing.....
...for Ralph McTell
Gorgeous in her gown of purple silk
she is exquisite.
Her partner in his patent leather
(potent lover) shoes is the perfect fit.
They enter competitions where
they always take first prize.
Gliding to the sounds of Guy Lombardo
they are the top-flight graduates of a
well-respected dancing enterprise.
It is the night they have been waiting for -
the National Prize - and she is confident
that they will win the day.
When the judges read the scores they
do not place... there's nothing she can say.
Beside herself with disappointment
she seeks the spotlight as the orchestra
plays 'Moonlight Serenade.' She twirls
and curtsies in a transport of delight,
and she dances
dances
dances,
long after there is any music...
Security is summoned,
and then an ambulance,
but nothing in the world
can stop her dancing...
...for Ralph McTell
Gorgeous in her gown of purple silk
she is exquisite.
Her partner in his patent leather
(potent lover) shoes is the perfect fit.
They enter competitions where
they always take first prize.
Gliding to the sounds of Guy Lombardo
they are the top-flight graduates of a
well-respected dancing enterprise.
It is the night they have been waiting for -
the National Prize - and she is confident
that they will win the day.
When the judges read the scores they
come in third... there's nothing she can say.
Beside herself with disappointment
she seeks the spotlight as the orchestra
plays 'Moonlight Serenade.' She twirls
and curtsies in a transport of delight,
and she dances
dances
dances,
long after there is any music...
Security is summoned,
and then an ambulance,
but nothing in the world can
stop her dancing...
dancing....
dancing.....
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