(to the tune of The Blue Danube)
The
Two-Left- Feet Waltz
…left...now
what do I do?
The
Two-Left-Feet Waltz
…left...I’m
feeling blue, too..
The
Two-Left-Feet Waltz…left.. I’m
treading on you…
I’m through! You, too? Let’s vamoo-
se.
The poem describes my first dancing lesson, age 6, to that tune. A painful and exact memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Michael, mon ami, (some) may it's the worst poem they're ever read, but my thanks to you just the same. Also from my two left feet. Cheers mate, Jerry