On the dance-floor they did a zigzag
But he was an ol’ scallywag:
- “If you feel something hard
- Pay no regard …
It’s just my colostomy-bag”
Written Gail DeBole
There once was a toe that was big
and was helpful when dancing a jig.
At times it was stubbed,
and washed in a tub
and, when young, spent some time in a crib.
Note: Part of the Portrait Collection
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Dancing and prancing, “Frazer can’t hit me”
Frazer’s punch was a killer
Smoking hot in Manila
Refutes the Rope a dope prophet Ali!!
For Contest; My Favorite Sports_ Limerick
For and in honor of Royal Trrevino
Cinderella was a starry-eyed lass
Dancing at the ball in shoes made of glass
While bolting for the doors
She encountered waxed floors
And unfortunately fell on her A$$!
Silliness can eventually become a way of life
A whole bunch more fun than a bowl of rice
Or dancing a jig
Maybe kissing a pig
The animal kind can also be nice
© Jack Ellison 2015
The wild yaks with their hair all a flow,
Were dancing on a Tibetan plateau,
They were just told by the ranger
Their species no longer in danger
As their herd was starting to grow.
If I awoke as a girl,
I'd give nude dancing a whorl.
I would try my luck,
Tricking men out of a buck,
For just a smile and a twirl.
For the "If I was A Girl" contest
Once in the ghost town they called rotgut
Seen mortician dancing dead mans strut
Six shooter brought Slim down
Black smith hurried left town
Guess hang by boots then when in a rut
Entry For Jerry's
A Town Called Rotgut
When I was, the age of twenty.
My dancing was admired plenty.
Only one dance shoe,
worked magic for you
Brown loafers with shiny penny
© Feb 2011 for SKats "Favorite shoe"Contest
A pretty colleen from Kilrea,
Went dancing on StPatrick's Day.
Not asking permission
Was grievous omission.
Dad broke the dance up straight away.
Vicious storms rolled through..we got sopped
Played Mini-Golf dancing between the raindrops
A fun time for all
Swatting the wee ball
Came in last but still came out feeling on top
There once was a poet named Rick
Whose dancing sure had some kick
He moves like Mick Jagger
And sure has his swagger
His dance moves so cool and so slick
A young potato put his jacket on,
Going out for some dance and song,
All the girls hearts skipped a beat
Upon seeing Spud and his dancing feet,
He got mashed when he danced too long
A woman danced up and down my street,
she moved so wildly to her own beat,
while she was whirling around,
my heart did begin to pound...
her crazy dancing turned indiscreet!
For "So I thought of this line" contest sponsored by Francine Roberts.
Now here's a question..why be normal
That's no bloody fun, rather be immoral
Being naughty and stuff
Dancing in the buff
As people around me giggle and chortle
Limerick: Once a measly Miser in Mumbai
Once a measly Miser in Mumbai
Liked watching dancing girls on the sly
He went to Bolly-Wood
Though he felt jolly good
His loot sucked by Bombay Ducks well nigh.
© TWignesan – Paris, 2013
Were basically the muscle of the emo kids we dont cut we fight we dont cry we just live and die, hardcore music tht you cant understand was always our master plan, dancing in the dark youll soon see the spark, after the flaming heart we shall never depart, through your eyes i see nothing but glee
A good friend once called me a Wascally Wacko
Methinks I will play a little tune on my banjo
While dancing a jig
And downing a swig
Accompanied by The Wulfman on piano
© Jack Ellison 2015
Let’s dress up in green! It’s a cinch!
You don’t have to cover each inch.
We’ll dance on green hillocks
among all the shamrocks!
Come on or I’m going to pinch!
In the cells of the king Edaroes
There are twelve royal girls with sore toes,
And they will there be kept
For at night when all slept,
They slipped out and danced holes in their shoes.
The once was a lass with no class.
She was the world's biggest horse's ass.
Yet the irony remains,
that the girl with all the brains,
listened to the lass with no class.
like smoke from the end of my cig
she's dancing all over, you dig?
so after i hit
the rush that i get
brings exstacy under my wig
Peace and Harmony are never too far
You’ll find them dancing on top of the bar
And what can they do
To help see me through
Now, surely won’t be with the door ajar!
Dancing in my boxers till the break of dawn
So invigorating and joyful, like a lithe wee fawn
Pirouettes and pliés
Like a joyful ballet
My troubles and strife are suddenly begone
I once met a sultry girl from Ipanema
Dancing in a South American cantina
I stepped on her toes
The least of her woes
But quickly I departed for Argentina.