DANCING FOOL
So that’s what it’s about, the dancing,
even though I can’t dance,
put the world at risk with my three left feet
and helicopter arms.
She says she feels the need for romance
and only dancing fits her bill.
But I should wear a sign,
a “Beware Of The Dog” for waltzers.
There should be posters of me
in every dance hall in the country
warning “Stop the music on sight.”
She likes to tell me it’s the thought that counts.
But it counts 1-2-3, 1-2-3.
Only not in that order.
