Alexander Downie

Rookie (30 December 1959 / Bo'ness Scotland)

Dance - Poem by Alexander Downie

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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012



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