Experimenting with various rhyme patterns, this is my attempt to write "sensible bullshit". That being said, making bullshit sound more sensible has always been my goal. Here goes, a bit more Jerry Lee-inspired, Madonna-influenced (!) stanzas of poetry - not song this time! - no melody yet, anyway! - and I do hope my readers like it.
"Dancing Skills" - Comparison between gentlemen
By Scaramouche, the po(t)et, and self-proclaimed Dancing Queen.
(Well, maybe not, but I do like Dancing and I am hopelessly devoted to Queen. So.)
I was unaware, as he approached, so don't go criticizing now
I know a shift's upsetting, but please baby, take it slow
I can't help being beautiful, in this my dancing dress
Apparently he thought so too, though he looked like a mess
Waltzed me onto the dancefloor, to an upbeat song
He seized such brutal hold of me, I found it best to move along
While I kept good appearances for show, he played a beast
His standard disappointing, and that's to say the least
Constant stomping on my toes and that's a habit
No real dancing partner ought be sticking to
So yeah, I might be dancing with another
But I'm always coming back to dance with you
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Leser jeg humor i og mellom linjene her...............ihvertfall satt jeg her og humret etterpå og kjente det bra at ikke alt er like vemodig alltid - det skal ikke være det.............
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