I took my wife out dancing for the first time in our lives
with a group of friends who also brought along their wives,
I’d never danced before; it was the first time that I’d tried
I was sure that I would fill my wife with the greatest loving pride.

So, in we went to that room and there was quite a crowd
there was music blaring from the stage and it was very loud,
I had a beer to build up courage so I would not be afraid
and to help don my dancing shoes so I could make the grade.

Up we got and joined the mob all rocking on the floor
I moved so fast and stealthily that you’d swear I’d been before,
then suddenly I felt a bang as I bumped a table to the ground
spaghetti sauce went flying and plates made a smashing sound.

I tripped on someone’s foot; I think it was my wife’s
I landed on a big guys lap which must have hurt him by his cries,
the crowd seemed shocked; they stood and stared in utter disbelief
my friend then said, “we should go,” and I’d never felt such relief.

So, my dancing career was ended right there on that night
my wife, she to was shocked as I gave her such a fright
I won’t give up my day job; I think I ought to stay
and keep away from dance floors forever and a day.

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The Dancer
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3 thoughts on “The Dancer

  • March 21, 2020 at 10:31 am

    Hello PD,

    This story was great. So this is the first time you dance that’s funny I thought you’re dancing many times but, this is the first time you dance. Nice job PD I hope you write more.


  • March 18, 2020 at 1:21 am

    Ha–speaking as an uncoordinated non-dancer, you described the horror quite well, Dude!

  • March 13, 2020 at 3:16 am

    By reading first quatrain, is some good sounding rhymes.

    I got a giggle from this line: spaghetti sauce went flying and plates made a smashing sound. Hahahaha.

    Full of humor. So, you no John Travolta? Or Patrick Swayze?

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