And the tune wears soft frills and
Like a sassy two-tone shoe kicking up
Gaiety and tipsy memories.
Joplin must’ve loved to shimmy in the 1800’s too!
You’d never guess the flirting that twinkles
My dim-lit room,
My shoulders ache from so much dipping and
Like a midnight kiss stamps on my puritanical
Neck from the bubbly.