Twirly Whirly Shirley
my Champagne Rose
I don’t need no
shampoo to talk to you
A mediocre wine
will surely do
A beer or three to
put me in the mood
My Champagne Rose,
for making love with you
Your dancing feet,
sticky sickly sweet heat
The big disco beat
warms my heart for you
Remember the dance
that we used to do
Late at night at Pips
in The Roxy Room
With your ball gown
and your stiletto shoes
Everybody knows
you’re my Champagne Rose.!
Why don’t you hit me
with flowers again?
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Wow...what a fast paced read that was. So cleverly put together with a rhythm of its own...
ReplyDeleteWonderful to read!
ReplyDeleteThis was curiously up beat and frenetic. Twirly Whirly Shirley sounds game. I really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteAmazing read !
ReplyDeleteWell that was a whirlwind of a romp through the ballroom. Happen that was a great read!
ReplyDeletefun word flow...
ReplyDeleteyou grabbed with your opening lines and swept me right down to the fantastic ending! Great stuff.
ReplyDeleteFun, sexy, inviting. Terrific write!
ReplyDeleteI like this! :-)
ReplyDeleteSuch a pleasure to read this and see you back!
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Twirly whirly greatness..you took as to the dance with you and 'Champagne Rose'..the last line - being hit with flowers - made me think of Morrissey..but a happy, tipsy Morrissey..thank you for following..Jae
ReplyDeleteI've done a bit of twirly whirly in my time! :)
ReplyDeleteExcellent words! Happy Easter to you and your family!
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