We hear the music were on the floor its dancing around handbags hopefully till dawn.
Its getting louder the fantastic beat we just cant stop moving these dancing feet.
The glitter ball swirls so we give it a twirl
Its disco its fever its funky beats
But were still dancing on these tired feet
It now hitting midnight its time to go
We bring it down to a dancing slow
There's kisses and cuddles
And in corner huddles
Shoes off and slung over our back were on our way home we are on track
Our blisters are throbbing and oh do we hobble
With a tea and in our slippers the nights at a end
I loved my night out with you my dancing friend .
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Author:
HeatherBee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A reminder of dancing days.
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A fun enjoyable read ) it flowed really nicely
Thankyou.
Oh to have those young experiences again. I used to love to go dancing.
Snap I can move good in a chair dance now lol
That takes me back to the last century where the girls danced around their handbags and the boys stood around the edges with their pints in their hands drinking up the courage to ask a girl to dance.
Great write and memories Heather.
Andy
Yes great nights out lol
Good write Heather.
Thankyou
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