Dance, baby Dance
The audience sings
Swing baby swing
Their voices ring
Dancing, dipping dinosaur
Daring to swoop
her tail
Over the ducking watchers
Diva Debbie
Driving her hips
circling her ribs
Entering her private heaven
Inviting her to
Swing baby swing
Feeling her heart gleam
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Go Debbie Go! Nice job this piece reminds me of the little Sally Walker nursery rhyme. :)