Looked forward to the Saturday Night dance <br />We did, all dressed up to 'shine', <br />With winkle picker shoes, and layers of net <br />In our petticoats. We felt divine. <br /> <br />The 'hair do' backcombed to perfection, <br />The lipstick a bright Roman Pink, <br />The 10 denier stockings, were totally great, <br />And, that handsome Teddy Boy's wink! <br /> <br />Rock and roll, The Twist, The Locomotion, <br />Were the favourites of the day, <br />And then there was the 'smoochy' waltz, <br />When cheek to cheek, we could 'swoon' away. <br /> <br />You sat, until some bold young fella, <br />Would have the courage to ask you up, <br />To do 'The Jive' or the 'Cha Cha Cha', <br />Or to fetch you some wine to sup. <br /> <br />Some lads were delightful to dance with, <br />While others had two left feet, <br />But one would have to suffer them gladly, <br />If you wanted to, leave your seat. <br /> <br />Politeness would rule the evening, <br />And courtesy was really great, <br />When someone would give you a lift back home, <br />If the dance, went on too late. <br /> <br />Gone are those days of feeling feminine, <br />With the boys, debonair and bold, <br />But, Oh, it was so romantic then, <br />When you had a 'strong' hand to hold. <br /> <br />There was fun with the band playing loudly. <br />When being female, we dressed to 'kill', <br />And when men were Gents and treated us girls, <br />With, respect. Now that was definitely 'BRILL'! <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saturday-night-dance/
