Words 365/7

scowl

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.

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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.