Dance Poem by Alexander Downie
Dance
I dance like a fish with a brick tied to its tail,
and I won't dance until blootered with ale.
Too late for glam too early for punk,
my moves stink as bad as rancid skunk.
I dance like a warthog digging for snails,
the bar my refuge when coordination fails.
I love music and can't live my life without a song,
but put me on a dance floor and it all goes wrong.
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