THE LAST DANCE
They danced on the ceiling,
They danced on the floor.
When he asked for a breather,
She begged him for more.
She, as high as a kite,
Cried, "no time to relax!"
By the end of the night,
They were flat on their backs.
"Oh get up, you sluggard!"
In fury, she said.
But her words fell on deaf ears.
Her partner was dead.
(With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales - and Salvador Dali - for the picture.)
Sheesh! That must have been some dance! LOL
ReplyDeletecute. funny. thanks for the giggle
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of the dance marathons of the 20s and 30s like in the film 'They Shoot Horses Don't They?' Very funny!
ReplyDeleteWhat a woman!
ReplyDeleteohh!!! like the twist in the end!
ReplyDeleteOh Frances! How could you! Funny, reminds me of children's chants of an earlier age, like: 'upstairs, downstairs, in my lady's chamber... etc'.
ReplyDeleteBut what a way to go!
Hope she finds another dance partner soon! (and gives him a breather)
ReplyDeleteI love this dance of death. Fantastic, Frances, as always. x
ReplyDeleteDancing as "the vertical expression of horizontal intent" taken to extremes here! Great Magpie, Frances. I like the speed and energy in it.
ReplyDeleteLoved that,Frances!
ReplyDeletewow!
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
But what a way to go, eh?
ReplyDelete;)
Ahhhhh! Sad!
ReplyDeleteGruesome!
ReplyDeleteOh my! Nicely played out!
ReplyDeleteIn a compact piece you gave us tightness of tale and breathless emotion
ReplyDeleteThanks, everyone! I would reply individually, but it's just been one of those weeks...
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