[Ann Drysdale]

If you could bear to change "deeply" to "deep", the line would sing sweeter.

[RCL]

Ann, thanks! While you were helping that line, I was reworking it. I hope for the better.

[Julie Steiner]

Okay, Roger, I surrender:

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[Ann Drysdale]

Not sure, Ralph - I think you've scuppered the scansion now.

I like the dipping deep because of the (additional) dance image - a lovely waltz move - I see Ginger bending over backwards (so to speak!) while Fred holds her, safe but at his mercy...

[RCL]

Ann, you're absolutely right, so thanks again! I had him behind her in the previous line, which would make for an awkward dip, so also changed Behind to Closer.

[Jayne Osborn]

“Always dance in the kitchen.” That is really crap advice!
I did a Boogaloo and spilled a two-pound bag of rice.
While waltzing with a pan of oil I slopped some on the floor,
then trod in it and nearly did a cartwheel through the door.
I rumba-ed while I peeled the spuds and tango-ed as I stirred
some soup, but did my back in and I thought: This is absurd.
“Here’s how to have a happy marriage:’’ someone said to me,
“Always dance in the kitchen.” I can’t see how that can be
the way to wedded bliss. I grilled some sausages and jived,
but burnt myself so badly it’s a wonder I survived.
The kitchen is a place to cook, and wash up; that is all.
It’s not for dancing in; eventually you’re bound to fall.
I haven’t even mentioned knives – I just can’t bear to think
of slipping while you do a quickstep straight into the sink.
You foxtrot, samba, cha cha, all you like – though I’ll ask, “Why?”
I’ve done a Risk Assessment and the danger’s far too high!

[Douglas G. Brown]

The night I first laid eyes on you,
You hesitantly looked at me.
Fate must have deemed our love was true;
We danced in the kitchen from supper to three.

At making love ... mere amateurs,
And now that ember barely glows;
But in out hearts the flame endures
As still we remember those passionate throes.

Our kids have grown and moved away;
Careers we cherished, laid to rest.
If starting over, I would say
I'd do it again, since you are the best.

There's no disgrace in falling ill,
And growing old is not a crime,
When every dawn repeats the thrill
Of dancing in the kitchen that very first time.

[Roger Slater]

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.

[Jerome Betts]

Nice pithy one, Roger. Typo For for From in Line 6 ?

[Douglas G. Brown]

Roger,

Some of this can be sung to the tune of Cole Porter's "My Heart Belongs to Daddy". Maybe you can expand on it a little in that direction?