When Donna Summer was Queen of the disco scene

the drought of seventy -five was just a memory,

and in that torrid summer I burst with lust

northbound to Scarborough

home of Max Jaffa who reigned in the dancers

to sweet cascades

revived from fish suppers and the esplanades.

My right foot down the motorway

for temptation's fresh embrace

with Debbie, dancer at the Floral Ha...

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