Of all the types of dance there are
Across a
world-wide map,
My very
favorite one, by far,
Is any type
of tap.
There’s
something ‘bout those quick short moves
With that
staccato sound
That gets me
into happy grooves
When tap
shoes are around.
Today we saw
the final show
Of a two
week tap dance run.
The joy on
stage produced a glow
Which covered
everyone.
I wore a
ninety-minute grin
And didn’t
have my fill.
I couldn’t
keep my feelings in;
My feet
would not stay still.
It was a
privilege being there,
My husband
by my side,
To soak up such
delight (so rare!)
That tap
dance can provide.
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