Grandma has that dancing fever;
Grandpa's eyes just couldn't leave her.
The record blares, they swing and sway;
Just like they do every Sunday.
Majestically, across the floor,
They danced until they could no more.
To grandpa, grandma tightly clung;
No lyric did they leave unsung.
And grandma's dancing fever still
Always gives grandpa such a thrill.
Based on a fiction writing piece (See my other piece, "Writer's Notebook")
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Inspired Poetry
PoetryAs part of my Creative Writing course, I was asked to write poems. I have compiled all of my poems from both poetry units here. Enjoy! Fair warning! One of the poems (#2: President Donald J. Trump) is rather controversial and highly politically opin...
