FINE YOUNG THING
“Oh, I was...a fine young thing! ”
“Ya shoulda seen me then! ”
“Lindyhopping Lindy! ”
“Dat’s wot de’s called me! ”
“God! I was good! ”
“I was better than good! ”
“I was to be dug...dig! ”
I laugh as she jive talks me.
“Here...ya don’t believe me! ”
“I’ll show ya! ”
And she proceeds to
show me
how & wow!
Flinging her fragile frame
into a crazy crazy dance routine
...bloody hell!
God! She nearly gives me
a heart attack just watching her.
Doesn’t look a day over 40(she’s a nifty sixty) .
She busts a move(never breaks sweat)
dances me off my feet(I bust a gut) .
Bless her.. little cotton socks.
“Well, young fellow...was I lying? ”
“You...you’re(I gasp) “...the bee’s knees.. the cat’s pyjamas
I try to catch my breath
(it went that away)
I nurse a hernia.
“Ah, you young guys these days
you just ain’t the same! ”
“Why, me & Jim would dance for hours! ”
“We was the best jumpin’ jivers! ”
“Shoulda seen us dancing to“Jeeperscreepers! ”
“Man...we was something else! ”
Then she goes... makes us both
a nice cup of tea
with a dash of brandy in it for me
(“Thought ya needed it! ”) .
Spring waltzes in and
dances with the curtains.
Louis Jordan sings:
“There ain’t nobody here
but us chickens
...there ain’t nobody here
but
us! ”