One Two Three Four <br />One Two Three Four <br />Forwards. Sideways. <br />Sideways. Back... <br /> <br />Victor Sylvester, Victor Sylvester, <br />I thought of you yester- <br />day, white tie and tails, <br />trousers as tight <br />as a ball without a ballroom, <br />Cuban Romeo moustache and <br />patent leather hair... <br />drumming out strict tempo <br />the tempo of our lives <br />learning to dance girlfriends <br />into bed or into wives... <br /> <br />do they still teach ballroom <br />to your hissing records, <br />down in Cheam or Purley, <br />head up, shiny shoes, <br />pressed tight, breast to breast, <br />adolescents wondering <br />if a jockstrap would be best? <br /> <br />now it's coming back, I see, <br />One Two One Two <br />swing her round and pronto, <br />but watch, don't dropp her onto <br />that shiny shellacked floor... <br /> <br />Ou sont les disques d'antan, je me demande? <br /> <br />....gone and played, the yesteryears.. <br />our sweaty-sweet Sylvester years.. <br /> <br />one two, one two, <br />our memory's locked embrace...<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0057-strict-tempo-a-poem-to-dance-to/
