Hey, last night I went to a political house party for a local guy running for Congress to replace a retiring Representative. I was hobnobbing with intellectuals of the highest order - college professors, lawyers, politicians. Our candidate and another current Congressman from another state gave their pitches, we asked a few questions, then we opened our checkbooks. I must say it was quite exciting. It took me back to memories of my Dad's faculty parties at our house - I used to sit in the doorway as a child and listen to the sparkling conversations (until I was discovered). Unfortunately it was discovered later that vandals had broken windows in 5 cars that were parked on the street outside. (Our car was ok). There was talk that it was the work of this candidate's struggling opponent or his party operatives. I think the politics this year is getting rougher than I've ever seen it. I think I will end this post with another poem. I am enjoying rediscovering them.
The Dancing Queen
On the floor here comes the queen
my loyal subjects clear when I appear.
The princesses are an envious green
when the male chorus line forms
for a chance for a dance
with me.
My hair will fly
my body gyrate
with the beat - burning heat
faster spinning as the music pumps
on your back feel my thumps
can't promise not to inflict some lumps.
Stay out my way!
Give me room!
Goodbye to that gloom and doom
when the beat is sweet
Behold the dancing queen!
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