For William & Virginia McCoy
On the third Saturday night of every month
They held a dance in the Logan Town Hall
Kids and teens showed up in droves
While the old folks sat and watched it all
It wasn't long before the teens got bored
And often begged to stay at home
Some started sneaking outside to neck
Out of sight of their chaperones
Bill and Ginny were great-grandparents
But they still got lots of fun out of life
Realizing the party was going downhill
Bill got up and grabbed hold of his wife
With old bones creaking and already out of breath
They eased out onto the dance floor
Chris and Mark and Jason and Beth
Were so embarrassed, they headed for the door
Everyone under sixty got out of the way
Gave up and walked away with a shrug
For when those swinging seniors really cut loose
You should have seen them cutting that rug
Showing off their prowess and strutting their stuff
Dancing the jitterbug, Charleston and jive
Blue-haired women and pot-bellied men
Rocked that hall and made it come alive
Soon, the kids started yelling and clapping
Cheering them on as they swayed and dipped
When all at once the whistling and applause
Changed to a gasp as Bill's suspenders slipped
The whole town was so delighted that night
To see the old folks having such fun
Pulling up his pants as he limped away
Bill said, "Youngins, that's the way it's done!"
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
January 22, 2008
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