Putting My Feet in the Dirt 27

Jerry was a dancer

At least dreamed he was

When he heard music

Always stopped to pause

For a tap or slide with a soft shoe

That’s when everyone knew

Jerry was in a world of his own

When all of his seeds of dance were sown

He’d frequent the discos very well rehearsed

Asked ladies to dance with a cheery verse

They liked to join him to dance in a jiffy

All thinking he was spastically spiffy

His manner of dance sometimes seemed odd

With unusual movements he made with his bod.


June Writing Prompts

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