Story Poem, Nr.21 — Dancing Queen

The queen, so happy, had fourteen children
seven sons and daughters had she  
she looked at them all, said “let’s have a ball  
I wonder how best that can be?”  
The seven daughters stood in a circle  
and round and round and round they danced  
the queen thought “fair, but they’re getting nowhere  
repeating they cannot advance”.  
The seven sons stood straight in a line  
they marched up and down, up and down  
the queen thought “O.K, but where is the play  
the fun of a night on the town?  
The queen considered, and placed them in couples  
they waltzed one-two-three, one-two-three  
the queen thought “that’s better, but strict to the letter  
is killing their freedom to be;  
though circles and lines and couples are fine  
they’re limited what they can do  
they must be improved in a new kind of groove  
that’s soulful and gleeful and true”.  
She said to her children “it’s over to you  
just move how you feel more alive …”  
so they lindy-hopped, boogied and discoed and rocked,  
they street-danced and clog-danced and jived.  
Written by Josh (Joshua Bond)
Published | Edited 15th May 2022
Author's Note
Classic Corner Comp entry for "Alone in the Woods", hosted by Ahavati.
Inspired by the poem “The Queen and the Young Princess” which can be found here:
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