PLEASURE
What is this life if, taking stock,
You have no chance to dance Ceroc.
No chance to chase away the blues,
And show off your new two-tone shoes.
No chance to pose or skip and prance,
And kid yourself that you can dance.
No chance to flirt with that nice girl,
Whose perfume makes your nose-hair curl.
No chance to stagger ’cross the hall,
With partner poised to break your fall.
No chance to laugh and have some fun,
Until you find your fly’s undone.
A poor life this, and quite a shock,
When you get banned from Club Ceroc!
Comments
tcook | July 20, 2010 - 11:45
Wonderful - good rhyme, good rhythmn. No easy feat to the beat of Ceroc.
tcook | July 20, 2010 - 15:43
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h jenkins | July 20, 2010 - 15:56
Well, I be ...
Thanks very much for choosing this. I'm very flattered.
I wrote these ceroc poems a few years ago and only recently re-discovered them so thought I'd post them on here.
I'll try to find the others - there were about 20 in all if I recall.
Thanks again.
Helvigo Jenkins