Disco Nights


Disco nights

Flashing lights

The Dee Jay sets the beat


Ah, those youthful days of discothèques

Of short skirts and dancing girls

At the club down Oxford Street


Wide collared shirts

And tapered flares

We’d check out the gorgeous girls


Every girl was a beauty

And every chat up line was good

Though they didn’t always work as well as they should


Play me some Night Fever or what about stayin alive?

Let me on the dance floor

I’ve got the moves and I want to jive


So no more clubbing for me; my clubbing days are done

But every now and again, I might be taking a drive

And I hear Gloria Gaynor call to me

And she’s right, I will survive



◄ Some Love

The Cat that lived Across the Road ►


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Fri 27th Sep 2013 20:45

I can see you had a lot of fun writing this. Well done.

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Rose Casserley

Thu 26th Sep 2013 20:43

I love these back peddling poems Steve,but boy! do they make me feel old-haha! thanks.x

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