The Untouchables

The band blew till ten o clock

A crooner crucified the blues

Humming was the marble floor

My feet hot in crocodile shoes

 

Dancing like this is no good

You can't do that anymore

Getting close to a stranger

Risks death from every pore

 

I held you closer in my arms

You rumpled my new coiffure

I felt your heart beating wild

Dreamed of a bedroom door

 

Aroused beyond all control

I hazard we go back to mine

A marshal quickly intervenes

To threaten us with a fine

 

Like the old days of Prohibition

Its illegal  to consume romance,

At the mercy of bootleggers,

You daren't even ask for a dance

 

Dancing like this is no good

You can't do that anymore

Getting close to a stranger

Risks death from every pore

 

Conspiracy theories abound,

Once you courted a cute moll

Now its an NHS prescription

For a Chinese blow-up doll

 

Not everyone is so frustrated

Moonshiners are the winners

Running visors masks and gels

To fleece us old-style sinners

 

This Valentine's Day massacre

Vaccines will make us robots,

Strangers to the good old days

When your lover got the hots

 

Dancing like this is no good

You cant do that anymore

Getting close to a stranger

Risks death from every pore

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Paul Sayer

Tue 29th Sep 2020 16:37

OMG Simon what a fan bloody tastic poem.

I remember those days like it was yesterday.

What will the poets of tomorrow have to write about?


VR girls, VR boys

Worse no music, no dance

Just white noise!

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