[Roger Slater]

Thanks, Doug. I thought short was better, you comment caused me to try an expanded version:



Always Dance In The Kitchen

Hey, good looking,
I've sampled your cooking,
and flavor is not what it's rich in.

Your soup was near fatal,
so put down that ladle.
From now on just dance in the kitchen.

I shouldn't have swallowed.
The nausea that followed!
I'm grateful you wanted to pitch in,

but pay heed, my sweetie,
to this, my entreaty:
From now on just dance in the kitchen.

[Douglas G. Brown]

Roger,

Ahh .... the more, the merrier; especially Lines 10 and 11.

[Nigel Mace]

DANCE LORE

Always dance in the kitchen,
Never sleep in the hall;
Waltz away on the balcony,
Don’t let your love affair pall.

Chassé on past the sofa,
Don’t drop off by the fire;
Skip and zoom round the dining room -
Passion’s fruit surfeits desire.

Quick-step up on the staircase,
Never slump in that chair;
Pirouette on the landing, yet
Love’s a sure-footed affair.

Paso doble the bathroom,
Never pause by the glass;
Tango instead, swiftly to bed -
Dance partners’ rhythms have class.

[RCL]

Another Kitchen Dance

I could have danced all night
beneath the kitchen light
where we had danced before.

My partner tapped her toes,
minced an Italian rose
soon bopping in the oil.

The eggplant was exciting,
aromas so inviting,
we danced a pas de deux.

I only know when she
agrees to cook with me,
we dance, dance, dance all night!

[Roger Slater]

ALWAYS DANCE IN THE KITCHEN

Dance in the kitchen
Since what is romance for
If we only cha cha
When loose on the dance floor?

Come, cook on the dance floor
Since it's my ambition
To switch on your burners
While not in the kitchen.

[Erik Olson]

Dance in the Kitchen as a Rule of Thumb

Utility and improvising meet
By cooking in the kitchen, tapping feet.
No other room will dancing yield spiced chicken
Than moving measures, dancing in the kitchen.
There if you blow some steam, or lose your top,
Dissolve the stress by tango with a mop.
Outside you'd pirouette or waltz on porch,
But rain obliges or the sun beams scorch!
The living-room has glass to overturn:
This high-priced painting! Watch that! Granddad's urn...
The dinning-room fills up, too fat for dance:
Men stuff their faces—give their mouths a chance;
Devouring food ill suits the dancer's grace,
Thus if you dance, the kitchen is the place!

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[RCL]

That Grind We’re In

It’s dancing near the kitchen stove.
It’s love.
The foodies’ dance that raises stakes:
It makes—
when entrées for their tastes abound—
their hips grind round.
Those who dance in kitchens sound
like famished couples having fun,
and frisking so they’ll soon be one.
It’s love: it makes their hips grind round.

[Erik Olson]

From Where Does that Sprightliness Come? (The Kitchen Dance)

I know now where your sprite is from,
Where you turn opposite hum-drum:
For here mid dance, you drum and hum.
You’re stony in that severe tomb—
Our never lived-in living-room.
In study-hall you sloth and slum.
In kitchens though you move your bum,
Th' effect on feet must beat one's rum!

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[Erik Olson]

Don't dance! Don't even step one foot in
that perfumed kitchen of my Wiccan
x-wife; better to be a chicken
fried well outside than in her kitchen,
roasted for non-participation
than Bacchus's fickle rotation.
Prelude to pandemonium,
she'll flick you suitor like a crumb.
Don't dance! For if you tap one toe
in, like Prometheus you'll know
Waltzing past warnings marries woe.

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[Erik Olson]

Don't Dance in his Kitchen

His kitchen yields one rule of thumb:
stay out, by God! Nor dance, that's dumb.
A chef there lies whose dance reverses,
repays your pains with top-shelf curses;
you try again, but lips curl worse;
with him one step off-beat spills wars.
You lost the hymn beat of the Chicken
Souffle past measure, putting fish in;
Like Beelzebub fudged out from Heaven,
You spoiled the high strung gastro-vision
of Gordon Ramsay. O what thunder!
assail a dopey kid to blunder.
Out, out of sync, against the flow,
most un-feng shui each way you go;
red Ramsey steams where sharp knives hang; o
stay out! It takes two chefs to tango.



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