Thursday, March 22, 2012

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.

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