Poetry Friday: The Word is DANCE

The kids have the day off, and I'm taking them out to breakfast at Local Pancake Emporium, one of those places where, when you order coffee, brings an entire carafe to your table for you to consume. I intend to drink the entire pot.

The Poetry Friday Word for today is DANCE. Feel free to use it in your blog post today, in whatever crazy one-two-three-one-two-three pattern you choose...poem, song, story, rendition of Waltzing Matilda, movie quote from 'Breakin' II -- Electric Boogaloo'....

Me, I'm gonna describe Girl-child dancing, and then give a shout-out to Don Henley.

Have a good weekend, y'all!


And Her Hands Are a Flounce Around Her Body

Silver skirted, she
Tiptoes high,
Arms raised encircling
Ponytail with flower clasp,
eyes searching for birds and sky,
meeting instead
kitchen ceiling and
the jar
of cookies,
fingers extend as she
twirlswithtwofeet,
twirlsononefoot,
shuffle ball chain,
releve.
She grabs one,
chocolate chip,
dances with it in her
mouth,
and twirls into the living room,
her posture-perfect poise,
and her hands
are a flounce
around her body.


All She Wants To Do Is Dance

They're pickin' up the prisoners
And puttin' em in a pen
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Rebels been rebels
Since I don't know when
And all she wants to do is dance
Molotov cocktail the local drink
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
They mix 'em up right
In the kitchen sink
And all she wants to do is dance
Crazy people walkin' round with blood in their eyes
And all she wants to do is dance, dance, dance
Wild-eyed pistols wavers who ain't afraid to die
And all she wants to do is dance
And make romance
She can't feel the heat
Comin' off the street
She wants to party
She wants to get down
All she wants to do is
All she wants to do is dance
Well the government bugged the men's room
In the local disco lounge
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
To keep the boys from sellin'
All the weapons they could scrounge
And all she wants to do is dance
But that don't keep the boys from makin' a buck or two
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
The still can sell the army
All the drugs that they can do
And all she wants to do is
All she wants to do is dance
And make romance
Well we barely make the airport
For the test plane out
As we taxied down the runway
I could hear the people shout
The said, "don't come back here Yankee"
But if I ever do
I'll bring more money
Cause all she wants to do is dance
And make romance
Never mind the heat
Comin' off the street
She wants to party
She wants to get down
All she wants to do is
All she wants to do is dance
And make romance
All she wants to do is dance