Shower Dancing
It’s still rock and roll,
To me, when I’m dancing.
The surging jets perform their art,
And I am being cajoled.
My voice tries to drown out,
The rushing hot streams above.
And in torrents of steamy lather,
My aches all wash away.
A busy day, a demanding job,
Has tired me beyond belief.
So with the music still pumping,
And my feet, I get jumping.
To calm the frattered old nerves,
Into a relaxing odourless dream.
For here comes the last chorus,
With a spin on my toes.
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