when the day comes
let there be dancing in the street
and in one spot in particular
for which we should choose
but not tread
carefully
for Pinoshay, Pinocheat
Pinocchio
that little wooden-headed liar
strung along by bigger figures
I'll bring the heaviest
Lancashire clog dance ever heard
and suggest some
jack-hammer jaleo
an Arabian coshing with shoes
or the hob-nailed pogo
not that
six stinking feet below
he'll hear it
but his cronies will.
© Paul Taylor 2005
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