Dirty Dancing Poem by Tiffny Rhodius

One, two three,
I sip on this black label whiskey.
Four, five, six,
I begin to shake my hips.
Seven, eight, nine
Slowly we start to grind.

You've got yours
And I've got mine
But in this dance it's just you and I.

One, two three,
I sip on this black label whiskey.
Four, five, six,
I begin to shake my hips.
Seven, eight, nine
Slowly we start to grind.
You behind
Me in front
We bump and grind like no one's around.

You take my hand
And I follow dutifully
Our dirty dancing just got more feisty.
A hand on my waist
As I run mine through your hair
We need to remember this is a public place.

One, two three,
I sip on this black label whiskey.
Four, five, six,
I begin to shake my hips.
Seven, eight, nine
Slowly we start to grind.