Poem Number 182 - Disco Kate - 1/10/1986

I’ve met a very pleasant woman of fun,
just discoing by madly footsteps in time, or no time.

There wasn’t a moment we didn’t smile,

We twisted and turned for all songs, for quite a while.

It has seemed longer than a few hours we’ve known,

But to no surprise, our feet kept on tapping.

Tapping until we both decided to leave it at rest,

Then I was over heated by the continuous dance.

Then Kate (usually called ‘disco hotfoot-woman),

Asked me to dance with Denise.

I said I would but only but only if I danced with Kate, in return,

Well, I’m still waiting for my return, not drinking a ‘fluffy-duck’!

I kissed her, just gently,

And her lipstick gleamed like silver.

I couldn’t talk to her because of another guy,

But I would have like to talk to her, closer.

I’m not a sexual guy of first night sex,

But maybe the second or more………will do for me!

Fun! Fun! Fun, is what we should all be about,

The people in this world, we should all shout out, ‘Disco Kate’!

To have a pleasant atmosphere all around,

To let me believe that she is fun,

For her to believe I am fun,

Is what I think is the concluding end.