BEASTLY TALES

A MERRY DANCE

“What an agregious insult to good taste!”
“What an absolute, totally in-excusable waste!”
“I don’t believe the total perversion I’m seeing.”
“Such a dull dollop cannot be a human being!”

Orville Lightfoot bounced into the room, dancing.
He, and his partner, were bent on advancing,
Of advancing the standard of their tap dancing act,
Orville had criticised, without any tact,
His dancing partner, Miss Penelope Breeze,
They did prance about the floor, like two fleas.
“My dear, I know we did learn to Jive,”
“In a dingy, dirty disgusting dive,”
“But such insalubrious experience should have drawn us much closer,”
“Dancing our way, through China and Formosa.”

“Yes we're each an intrepid rover,”
“Perfecting our style, our basic Bossa-Nova!”
Orville and Penelope excelled at the Cha-Cha-Cha.
Light footed was usual, where-ever they are.
Orville squealed, “Oh, my goodness, caramba.”
As he slipped on a spilt drink, doing the Samba.
Penelope said, “Be careful, you big lug!”
As they cantered about doing a Jitter-bug!
They both looked, each, as cool as a cucumber,
As their feet synchronised, doing a Rumba.
Their TOUR DE FORCE was doing the Tango,
Each one diligently eating a mango.

Orville and Penelope cut the Light Fantastic,
A fantastic duo, though nothing drastic.
“We’d never be seen, doing the two-foot shuffle,”
“Clearly we want to avoid any sort of kerfuffle!”