The tea dance happened every Sunday
It was a German club, as you might guess,
And no one ever drank tea.
But the men knew how to dance
Most gracefully in the European fashion.
It was Swiss Hedwig who took me there
And I think I became more popular
Though she knew everyone.
Some Sundays we sat at the Stammtisch,
Invited by the regular members
Eating sauerbraten, sauerkraut
Kartofelsalat and sausages.
After eating, we danced through Sunday
Though there were Sundays
we weren't invited to dance
And sat at the Stammtisch or another table,
Having another beer or an Asbach Urhalt.
If we were lucky, we swept around the floor
Somewhat lightly in spite of the potatoes.
I learned to dance the two step and the tango
Felt the whirl of an English waltz
And giggled in the chicken dance,
Flapping my wings.
Dancing Sundays, all that winter,
Many Sundays and winters ago.
Author notes
I don't know if this was what you wanted but thanks for bringing back a memory.
Prompt - Dancing Through Sunday
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Quite an interesting poem, this. The Germans are very good dancers. They have a nice Schuhplatte and a great goosestep too. They have die Ants in die Pants.
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Excellent
Very creative and well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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This sounds like absolute fun.
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I really liked this, very interesting. Different, but a good different.
Thanks for entering!
Love Always,
Caroline
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I think she meant to have it as the title. This is a great poem! It really captured my interest.
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