Every night when I hitch the elastic Which fastens my vest to my pants, I agree with the viewpoint monastic: It's a silly amusement to dance, To handle a gun or a lance -- There's a man's job; but dancing -- aw, thunder! (Or la! la! as spoken in France) Why do I like it, I wonder? Aside from the somewhat fantastic Idea some persons advance, That the fox-trot and waltz are gymnastic, It's a silly amusement to dance, One trips over young debutantes -- (The evening's one vast social blunder), Or stumbles around with one's aunts; Why do I like it, I wonder? Am I mistakenly drastic? Am I as one who but rants, Knowing nothing? Or am I just plastic? It's a silly amusement to dance, That's sure . . . (Hark! The waltz from "Penzance"! Or is it "Get Out and Get Under"? Anyway, it's a strange dissonance -- Why do I like it, I wonder?) @3L'Envoi@1 Say, kid! Come on -- take a chance! (It's a silly amusement to dance, But I can't have her think that I shunned her.) Why do I like it? I wonder! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE LAST CAESAR, 1851-1870 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO SAN FRANCISCO by SAMUEL JOHN ALEXANDER LONG CHERISHED GRIEF by MIRIAM BARRANGER ANNIVERS: BAPTISMT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |