’Av never bin much good at dancin’,
No sense o’ rhythm you see
A could manage barn dance an’ veleta
But foxtrot were too ’ard for me.
At one time A nearly could cha cha
But wi’ rumba an’ samba ’ad no chance.
A thowt a could waltz but if cornered too fast
A got dizzy an’ lost mi balance.
Me an’ mi friend tried modern sequence
But got frowned on for doin’ it wrong.
We mixed ’em all up int’ friendship waltz,
They weren’t very friendly for long.
But now in mi seventies ’Av cracked it,
Found summat better’n keep fit or Tai Chi.
A went to Age Concern down in Burnley,
Now it’s belly dancin’ for me.
A still haven’t much sense o’ rhythm
But can lift mi ’ips up, down an’ around.
We even have props like veils, fans an’ sticks;
Naughty? But nice so we’ve found.
No bellies are bared at our classes,
No tassels are dangled and swung,
But we have a good laugh an’ a giggle;
It dunt ’arf ’elp to mek you feel young.
Mrs Muriel Schofield