Dance, dance she said
Dance, dance she said.
If you don’t get up off your arse and dance
I’ll bloody kill you, you’ll wish you were dead
But I can’t dance, I can’t dance I cried
I don’t care, you are showing me up
So I got up out of the chair and tried
At first it was awkward, I wasn’t filled with grace
I jiggle and wiggled, span around a bit
then fell flat on my face
I picked myself up, and brushed myself down
but then she was screaming
“Will you stop being a bloody clown!”
I tried it again and swung my arms a bit
My knees were a-bending and to be totally honest
I looked like I was having a fit
She looked at me with a scowl, oh sit down you buffoon
and before I knew it, my life as a dancer,
had ended. Not all too soon.
Wednesday 07th January 2015
Words 365 is a personal project to produce new one piece of writing every day for a whole year, 2015, the full project can be found HERE and whilst I hope to upload each piece on the day it is written, please forgive me if a post is delayed in being uploaded every once in a while.