We did country dancing at my school,
When I was very little,
The thing was I hated it,
As to its purpose I was noncommittal
Yet because I was so useless,
And plainly didn’t give a toss,
They lumbered me with a big fat girl,
Who went by the name of Floss.
Like me poor Floss was blighted,
With an inability to dance,
In truth it was plain for all to see,
That as a couple we could barely prance.
Now Floss came from a poor home,
Even poorer than my own,
Her clothes were always second hand,
And of her knickers she would bemoan
For being cast offs from some other,
It was inevitably the case,
That with well-worn elastic,
They rarely stayed in place.
And thus it was one Christmas,
At the pantomime we performed,
When her elastic finally gave up the ghost,
And of knickers she was no longer adorned.
They lay about her ankles,
Upon the parquet floor,
Personally I thought that she would,
Make haste for the exit door.
Yet Floss was such a brave girl,
And to a round of great applause,
She simply stepped out of her knackered knickers,
And danced on without her drawers!
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I am also writing lunacy for the Soz Satire collaboration blog;
where I can guarantee you abject disappointment.