Two Left Feet
“Even guys with two left feet come out all right if the girl is sweet…” — From the Film White Christmas
Poetry | Humor
“Even guys with two left feet come out all right if the girl is sweet… ” — from the film White Christmas
There once was a man who came to a wedding
He thought he could dance and not be meddling
Upon the dance floor, he was going to ask
A fine young lady who was up for the task
And so after dinner hearing the boring couple’s lore
His heart yearned for the burning dancing floor
And so when the drinks were full and stomachs eased
The DJ started as the people were suddenly seized
The music bumped and put out its mighty radiance
As the people all flocked to the floor spontaneous
Kids and moms and dads alike all strutted to the beat
Old couples sat thinking the young kids were neat
Then the young man came and made a sweet move
The crowd went wild, the people were strewed
They laughed and danced and made a loud sound
And everyone accepted him into the mighty crowd
He felt like one of them as he wildly pranced
On the fun night, went cheerfully on and danced
Strutting his stuff and making light-hearted fun
The new song started then suddenly it was done
Then a swing song came quickly and fast
Suddenly it started and he flew up at last
With a sudden thrill, he made out so finely
When he spotted a young pretty lady so kindly
He gave his hand out to dance as she nodded with a grin
“Oh yes kind sir,” she thought he wouldn’t come ever again
And so he took her hand and they positioned themselves
And he started to dance but then she noticed weird spells
And she backed up and said, “Sorry, I don’t know
That one step as you started unrehearsed so slow.”
Bright red the young man did not fully comprehend
She was a skillful dancer, wanting perfection at no end
He gulped really strong and made up a quick lie
“Oh, I know a different kind of swing,” with a sigh
“It’s different from the West.” He went with a stumble
And then he proceeded to dance and terribly fumble
His heart was now exposed and his mind was cloudy
His heart a sea of tangled thoughts, he danced sadly
He couldn’t quite execute for he over-thought his pace
And pounded upon her little feet making a weird face
She was ready to be quite done as the music faded
But then it started back up and she hoped and waited
As shown on his face he didn’t know the right step
And then red as a tomato, it pained him in his depth
He tried to dance to the beat but he couldn’t
He failed miserably as he spun her quite imprudent
She spun because she was just way too nice
Wanting to be done quickly, but her face didn’t suffice
To tell him that it was over that she was finally done
But the man wanted to show off; oh, it wasn’t fun
She never wanted to be finished in all her days
Finally, when the music stopped she felt dazed
Fast like a forest fairy she bowed and shook his hand
And left him there in his desolate and fury little land
Saddened, he left the dance floor and knew deep in his heart
She found him less attractive but he stepped off and could fart
At last, he could be comfortable, putting on no show
And he watched lonely as his sullen soul had a blow
Everyone enjoyed their time and he thought he needed to improve
Next time he would not be humiliated but would learn a new move
A True Story
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