In the night of the heat
where you live on the street
you advance then retreat
as you follow the fleet
never skipping a beat
(lather, rinse 'n' repeat)
of this suite of these sweet
sixteen metrical feet.
where you live on the street
you advance then retreat
as you follow the fleet
never skipping a beat
(lather, rinse 'n' repeat)
of this suite of these sweet
sixteen metrical feet.
You're one dancin' machine,
so begin your Beguine
at the Stage Door Canteen
where it's hard bein' green
(can't you see what I mean...?)
if you know where you've been.
(Has there e'er made the scene
any sweeter sixteen...?)
Some folks feel it's defeatist
and not the upbeatest
to ask whose feet's fleetest
between each elitist.
Mine aren't the petitest.
albeit the neatest...
(This list's the completest:
so which sixteen's sweetest...?)
Really enjoyed the bouncy rhythm, my eyes danced along to your clever verse!
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