Dance-Fest

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.