Poetry, Dancing for pennies
Oh how the little girls loved to dance for pennies in an old honky-tonk dive
The nickeloden blaring, playing the Bee Gees, ' Stayin' alive
Mother took them there nightly to gather pennies thrown at their little feet
They both were gifted with a rhythmatical beat
The patrons gathered ' round just to watch their little feet take flight
Tap-dancing, boogie, disco they danced for pennies til the wee hours of morning light
The more pennies thrown, the faster their little feet seemed to shine
Sometimes if they were lucky, the old man might toss them a nickel or dime
Sometimes their little feet were blistered and sore, but,
No one seemed to care enough to say, " Rest now, you need not dance anymore "
One dark night mother went to the old honky-tonk, leaving them home alone
The big, tall policeman and daddy came and took them to his girlfriends home
The little girls were unhappy, missing their mother, so they ran away and started to aimlessly roam
Mother quickly came looking and somehow got them back
Just a memory in my subconscious, kept neatly rolled up in my little girl backpack.
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