The Twirl and Twitch Tango of Twerks and Twiggles
"Nobody puts Baby in a corner."
Dirty Dancing
Patrick Swayze
🪩 🩰
A WRITCO Melody
🎶
SHAKE
YOUR
GROOVE
THING
🎸 🥁
In a realm of rhythm where laughter's the key,
Where limbs fly high and hips swing free,
Where the dance floor's a stage, a canvas for all to see,
The Twirl and Twitch Tango of Twerks and Twiggles, oh so gleefully!
First, the Chicken Dance, a flap and a strut,
Feathers of funk and a cluck-filled rut.
The Macarena, oh how they all cheer,
As they line up and move like they're in a conga sphere.
Then comes the Tango, a passionate jest,
With a dip and a sway, oh it is the best!
A wink and a smile, a cheeky little poke,
Is it a dance or a flirty, sensual joke?
The Moonwalk, Michael's gift to the throng,
A gliding step that makes everyone strong.
Backward they glide, like they're walking on the moon,
Leaving the crowd with a chuckle or a cartoonish croon.
The Robot, stiff and mechanical, so tight,
They're moving like their circuits are alright.
With a beep and a boop, they're off to the beat,
But their joints might just pop in defeat.
Now, behold the Salsa, a spicy delight,
With a shake and a shimmy, oh what a sight!
They twirl and they jive, like a hot summer's night,
Their moves are so fiery, they could start a fight.
But wait, what's that sound, a bass-filled bellow?...
Dirty Dancing
Patrick Swayze
🪩 🩰
A WRITCO Melody
🎶
SHAKE
YOUR
GROOVE
THING
🎸 🥁
In a realm of rhythm where laughter's the key,
Where limbs fly high and hips swing free,
Where the dance floor's a stage, a canvas for all to see,
The Twirl and Twitch Tango of Twerks and Twiggles, oh so gleefully!
First, the Chicken Dance, a flap and a strut,
Feathers of funk and a cluck-filled rut.
The Macarena, oh how they all cheer,
As they line up and move like they're in a conga sphere.
Then comes the Tango, a passionate jest,
With a dip and a sway, oh it is the best!
A wink and a smile, a cheeky little poke,
Is it a dance or a flirty, sensual joke?
The Moonwalk, Michael's gift to the throng,
A gliding step that makes everyone strong.
Backward they glide, like they're walking on the moon,
Leaving the crowd with a chuckle or a cartoonish croon.
The Robot, stiff and mechanical, so tight,
They're moving like their circuits are alright.
With a beep and a boop, they're off to the beat,
But their joints might just pop in defeat.
Now, behold the Salsa, a spicy delight,
With a shake and a shimmy, oh what a sight!
They twirl and they jive, like a hot summer's night,
Their moves are so fiery, they could start a fight.
But wait, what's that sound, a bass-filled bellow?...