Breath returns to starved lungs.
Feel free to dance the swing
but mind the break-dancing.
You remember what happened last time!
East goes one
West goes the other.
Can’t East meet West, just once?
I forget what it’s like to be perky
though, my personality is sugar coated,
in vibrant perkiness.
Ethel, Lucy, why the long faces?
Lift up your voices,
or at the very least look busy.
Let freedom ring!