Dance Floor Shenanigans

Excuse me, pardon me.

Yes, I'm

making my way to the

center. Watch the

toes, please.

My left leg is twitching,

my right leg is stiff I'm attempting a move that I saw

in a gif

I stepped on a heel and I bumped someone's drink

Now I'm stuck in the middle

and starting to sink.

The rhythm is fast but my joints are quite old And my

trousers are tighter than I had been told.

Oh, I'm doing the panic

on the parquet floor!

My hips are locked up

and my ankles are sore!

I tried to look sleek

like a smooth cabaret,

But I look like a spider that's running away! A

circle has formed and they're clapping in time Which feels like a

trap

or a physical crime They want me to spin but my lower

back pleads For a warm cup of tea and some orthopedic deeds.

I lunged to the left

and I heard a loud tear,

Now I'm dancing my way to the exit back there.

The bassline is heavy,

the smoke machine blows I cannot see past

my own polished toes

Is it a tango?

A waltz? Or a slip?

I've completely lost track

of my grip! Oh,

I'm doing the panic

on the parquet floor!

My hips are locked up

and my ankles are sore!

I tried to look sleek

like a smooth cabaret,

But I look like a spider that's running away!

That's it, I'm off.

Someone call me a cab.

And an ice pack. (ahhhh)