As midnight strikes the music plays
The dancers spin about
Their bodies blur in dips and twirls
And steps go in and out
The fumbles catch their place again
The topples regain feet
A dipper goes a little far
And doing loses beat
They’re there most nights out on the slab
Spinning the night away
Although I lack in technicals
It still is fun, I’d say
The way I got there is quite strange
I won’t get into it
But it was great to have tonight
Developing new bits