Are you feeling sort of lonely?
Are you feeling kind of blue?
Do you want to go a-dancing,
Around a floor or two?
Come on into the ballroom!
Come one and then come all!
Proclaim the dance night coming!
Cheer for The Pogscroodler's Ball!
All of you who pogscroodle,
Or have pogscroodled once or twice,
Come with all your finery,
Come even if you look quite nice.
All ye merry pogscroodlers,
And all ye merry gerplonks.
Come within the dancing house,
Before the band rezonks!
Dance away pogscroodlers.
Dance all night ye monks.
Dance until your toes fall off,
And your legs make some kersplonks!
Celebrate pogscroodling,
Celebrate the time.
Cheer at the band who play for you,
To make the Pogscroodler's Ball sublime.
• Dedicated to Auntie Gillian.
• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.
Oooh, J-RAG, I LOVE this poem! Thank you, Darlink!
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I can dance in my head all night long,
I can even sing a song...
In my dreams I go everywhere,
But I never wear a thong!
(This pome is not as good as yours, but I did try.)