I dream of whizzing in Vienna’s waltzes,
A weightless penguin-driven shuttlecock;
Of tangos intimate as peristalsis
Belly-to-belly in a languid lock
With a flat-hatted Buenos Airean.
Or booty-bobbing to a reggae beat
With an accommodating Rastafarian.
Sometimes I jive on little twinkling feet,
Whisking my knickers through my partner’s crotch
And yet the people passing in the street,
If they should look, will only get to watch
An old girl doing a flatfooted bop
Around the kitchen with a squidgy mop.
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