IRISH DANCE HALLS

From Poetry

[edit] IRISH DANCE HALLS

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The old dance-halls are silent now

Where once we used to go

And we're feeling sad and lonely

For the years of youthful glow

The ladies were so elegant

So graceful and so tall

As they stood with regal splendour

As support beams for the wall

The "crack" was always mighty

'Twas never less than great

It's birthplace was in Dublin

At famous James's Gate

The "cracking" often was intense

We couldn't breathe at all

Our lungs were starved of oxygen

But there wasn't room to fall

Sometimes we'd have a sideshow

Leaving blood upon the ground

Handbags would be flying

Hair came tumbling down

When the show was over

The owner closed the gate

"GOOD night, safe home", he wished us

MY GOD, WASN'T THAT GREAT?!

Author: J.G.