When I went dancing

When I went dancing, all the world was grand,
But the grandest of all was the guy who did a headstand.
There were pretzels and swinging and turning and twisting,
Sliding of shoes, side-stepping, and lifting.
The band was grand too, refined, and what's more
I could hear their playing, before I even entered the door.
Their music made me want to dance across the floor,
I was so inspired to move, that the next day I was sore.
And I haven't yet begun to talk about the clothes the dancers wore!
In sacques, in Zuitsuits, in flappers and pinstripes
Wearing pleated yokes, and tailcoats and hats of all types,
Were dancers, oh how they danced and even shook,
I was so very amazed that it made me twice look.
That evening I learned to do this certain type of dance.
It spun 'round and 'round, left my head in a trance.
They call it something curious, goes by the name Lindy Hop
Going 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 but not stop.
Oh no never stop until the song is all through,
Till you've worn out your shirt, and your pants, and right shoe,
Till you've discovered how to move in a way you never knew!
Oh no never stop till you feel like you flew!
For this dance can make you the happiest one, 
Until, that is, you discover the magical Charleston;
Where you step forward and forward, then back and then down
You'll surely know you've had a great night on the town.
Going back to the clothes, did I mention the Trousers 
The knickers, the tweed cloth, all made me go "Wowsers!"
I was glued to dresses and suit bodices, which alike were worn loose,
I thought I couldn't take anymore! "Please," I prayed, "can we please have a truce?!"
Oh the stories I could tell you, oh much, much, much more,
And all of it happened before I even walked out the door.
But I will stop here hoping that for you, my words have meaning 
I offer my dance advice, try the granddaddy of them all:

Swing!

         
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Copyright 2002 www.strive4impact.com
by Jonathan Kraft