A demon on the dance floor, I'm a John Travolta clone;
in three-piece suit and platform shoes— prepare to be mind-blown.
My down and dirty dancing is a knockout with the chicks,
and though they'd gladly pay me, I just do it for the kicks.
Now Fred Astaire's got nothing on this hepcat Sydney kid;
although I'm modest, sometimes a real talent can't be hid.
A foxtrot, breakdance, pas de deux — well, you just take your choice;
don't cheer too loud, resist the urge, you must protect your voice.
Since I was little, I've embraced choreomania;
I'd humbly say that I'm the best in all Australia.
Now you may wonder why I think that dancing's such a treat;
but you most likely were not born possessing two left feet!
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Author Notes
Today's word: choreomania (n.) a mania for dancing.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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