Dad's working
With tools.
He plays music
That is cool.
I wiggle.
I shake.
A new dance
I make.
I try to
Teach Dad.
His dancing
Is bad.
His feet
Shuffle.
My laugh
I muffle.
I tell him,
"Move!
Find your
Groove!"
He starts
To twitch,
Like he has
An itch.
I tell him,
"Stop!"
His back
Might pop.
I have to
Be curt.
I don't want
Him hurt.
So Dad ends
His dance -
Stops his
Semi-prance.
I crank the
Music louder.
Dad fires up
His router.
With tools
Dad's the best.
I prefer
A dance-fest.