Dance with glee – a cooking pot and twisted tales

I love to dance,
Indeed, I do.

My blood thrums at the
Rhythm of musical vibes.

Anything that beats, gets a rise off me

But, hold on!
Don’t be mistaken when I say that.

Don’t you start thinking of
Ballroom dancing, Waltzing, Tango and the likes.

For sure, these are such fine footwork.

But I am more into the demonstrative Afro Pop,
Waist rolling, Eye rolling, Expressions and
staccato moves. Almost like a war dance that borders on dodgy.

I think that the twirls and frills of the fine footwork,
Are more reserved for the delicate that
Can twirl and toss themselves at the click of your thumb.

Me! If you know me at all,
Almost an African Amazon,
Not small by half a mile!

I chortle in laughter when I visualize myself,
Trying to Tango, in my Bou-bou or skirt.

It would probably be like an Elephant stumping through a China shop,
And breaking the ten toes of my partner and more
Phew!

A bead of sweat breaks on my forehead,
At such a thought 😉

Now let me go and rest, after such exertion of my mind.

P.S. Enjoy the music below, courtesy of YouTube.