Dancing Fool

Dress in a swirl  I'll give you a twirl

Swing you round then back to the ground

then back again with a count,

1, 2, 3

step

1, 2, 3

step

dip

twirl 

step... keeping time

with the caller's rhyme.

Heels tapping

and old men slapping

their knee's to the rhythm of a fiddlers beat.

I'm not much of a dancer

more of a tip-toeing prancer

But I love to move 

when I feel the groove.

No rhythm,

no grace

but I'm quick with the pace.

My steps may be false,

but I do love the waltz.

Bet you never knew 

that I was a dancing fool.

A good ol' boy who loves a girl

and wants nothing more 

than to give her a whirl;

to have her alone on a big dance floor

and dance all night till her feet are sore...

Just so I can take her home and rub them. 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! This is an awesome piece of rhythmic & lyrical wonder! I love that you bring in all kinds of dance moves & your rhyming is so perfect, kinda like an old-fashioned version of rap, the way your word crafting conveys a distinct beat, but with a more sincere & gentle & nostalgic message, instead of the usual harsh intensity of rap lyrics. This is definitely a home run! Fun to read & imagine!

[James]

Glad you liked this. I wish I could dance, but it's not a pretty site when I try, although I use to be a two-stepping fool.

[barleygirl]

I wish I could've seen you back in your stompin' days *smile*

[J. J. Nightingale]

Love the last line !!! Music does quicken the pulse..and make the feet step lively.

This is fun, and reminds the reader of Joyful times..

I did enjoy !

Jazzy

[James]

Glad you enjoyed it.

[J. J. Nightingale]

You are welcome....JJ

[Ana Papaya]

This was so much fun I danced right along with you!
Great poem.

[James]

I'm glad you liked it, but really, I'm the worst dancing partner ever.

[Ana Papaya]

Most men don't dance so you're already better than most straight away...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the ending....and i am a dancing fool, always was...so can relate to this much...not one for specific steps i always just moved to the music and let it take me where it would...much like writing this is...we start moving to the music of the words, and the beat of the poem finds itself.

[James]

Sometimes I wish I could dance, I'm sure my wife does. Thank you for reading.

[Jacob Clifford]

The pace and style are fitting of a dance. I like the narrator's clunky motions.

[James]

thanks, Clifford. Clunky is a good word for me on a dance floor.

[Jacob Clifford]

Ha! Join the club, my friend.