Watch me as I make my move.
You can call me Mister Smooth.
Mamma mia, dancing queen
Young and sweet, seventeen.
Get up close, soul to soul
Papa was a rolling stone.
Shimmy, shimmy, side to side.
From my crow's nest, watch me glide.
Here I come. Ring my bell.
It's Teen Spirit you can smell.
Coming to the dancefloor's edge
Easing in to make a wedge.
Whoo! You should be dancing, yeah!
Put your hands up in the air!
Neon flashes, smoky air -
Can you see me through the glare?
Eighties' classics help me move
Get into the holiday groove.
I am sidling through the throng
Writhing bodies, young and strong-
Shiny happy people laughing
Heads back, mouths wide, bodies jamming.
Pump it up! Staying alive,
Let me see that body jive.
I like the squash the dancefloor brings
The chance to worm my way right in
And press myself against you, close
Before you think I'm being gross.
I know groove is in the heart
They will never tear us apart.
You turn around. We're face to face,
Moving awkwardly, no more space.
Now I put my hands on hips,
Focus on those pouting lips
Do you love me? Watch me now!
Building problems to the size of a cow.
I just want to be crazy in love
Heart to heart, hand in glove.
I feel love. You feel nothing.
Wild thing! Make my heart sing!
I can sense your interest wane.
I'm a creep, House of Pain.
Back to the bar, courage in a glass.
Looking for a piece of ass.
Hit me baby, one more time!
Maybe I'll get lucky next time.
***
A throwback to my days of dancing at nightclubs and watching the odd chancer attempt to approach a girl - not necessarily me - on the dancefloor. I thought it might be fun to include some of the music lyrics and titles that might have been playing at the time and have gone for a medley of things that I have through my lifetime boogied, moshed or listened to.
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Great entry -loved the way you interweaved the lines of the songs and subverted the idea of smooth 🤍
This got me in a dancing mood 💃🏽🕺🏾putting lines from dancing song together . This is definitely a smooth poem in my book 🏆👏🏽
RD ~ You make my heart ‘Sing’ ~ — So Lovely — JB
Oooo, this was definitely smooth. Too bad she wasn't interested. Lol. Loved your poem!
Clever take on the challenge 😁 Nothing smoother than a well-executed mating dance!
Well this is a window into your age! I loved how you wove that soundtrack through.
👏👏This was very feel-good!! I loved all the music refs! But even without these you kinda still captured the frenetic feelings of those nights in our younger days and dancing the night away! 😅🤣🤣
Ah, those days of dancefloor glory. I remember them so well. Now I dance to the rhythms by myself, young ones finding the moves so funny. Great memories.