Harmless sentimental

It’s amazing how a kind word can make you cry
where barbs of scorn and anger fail;
and here I was at work with nowhere to hide,
doing my best not to well-up and blubber.
But thank you for that; it makes me happier than I can say.

I’m looking into a radical template change,
so things may be a little unstable here for awhile.
If so, now you know why.

This is the completed swing poem,
which I did not read at the poetry reading
because I’m not entirely happy with it;
but there you go. The “Kas” journal is now filled.
Now I just have to find Kas.

– Like a Jitterbug –

Swing word schemes like a jitterbug,
if that’s all there is my friend
then let’s cut a rug.
Legs loose like spaghetti,
feet like Andretti,
come feel the music
let’s rock the beat steady.
Let me cop a dance,
it’s my last chance
to get by with a smile.
A spin and a dip,
I’ve flipped my last chip
to a turning wheel;
whip around on a heel
and stop to feel! [pause]
Crazy like a dervish,
nervous, palms sweaty in a Charlston,
stop me if you’ve heard this.
Tight curves on a ballroom floor,
I’m floored, my eyes and limbs adore.
We tip-toe through a slow dance,
my last chance
to get by with a smile.
I flip my last chip,
dip;
smile.

Like I said, I don’t really like it.
But I’ve gone and subjected you to it anyway;
I’m atrociously evil. Rar.