Hot Chocolate with disco queen,
Boney M with daddy cool then Baccara with yes sir I can boogie.
I've got my baby dancing possessed & I feel the funk working,
the extra boost comes from my friend the medicine man.
Lasers flicking the room into a spinning ball,
strobes coating the walls like new paint.
The unforgetable smell of a smoke machine wakes my senses,
huge squares on the floor keep my feet glued.
The DJ announces something to the crowd who can't hear,
Maxine Nightingale blocks him from their induced trans.
The end of a night is like saying goodbye to a friend,
never wanted but you'll see them again.
These songs & these nights are great,
memories of a wonderful time in a wonderful time.
Author notes
I was born too late, but this is how I think it might have been.
Am I close anybody?
So, what do you think?
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I think you're pretty close! It has a good flow and nice rhyme!
It's not the average subject of a poem, which makes it a treat. No one hardly writes about things like this, but in my opinion, you pulled it off extremely well. 
Oh and wonderful is spelled wrong in the last line.
Keep it up!
Vhoori
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Cheers.
Thank you, I did it in a rush so you must forgive the mistakes.
They're altrered now, there was more before.
I was listening to James Brown at the time, that's what put
the idea in my head.
Glad you liked it xxphilxx
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