Author's Note: Inspired by the endless dance parties my siblings, cousins, and I have in the kitchen when the parents are away.
Dancin' in the kitchen On a cold stary night, Not a care in the world, Cause we're doin' alright. we have dinner and drinks To last the whole night long; With the music playin' A good ol' fashion song. We got Apple pastries, We got gizzards galore! We've got huckleberries, steak an' some roasted corn. There's greens from the garden, Last year's squash from the field. Will fill our abdomens Before the next mornin' meal. Dancin' in the kitchen, Throughout this stary night Papa'll play the banjo Just a little up tight. Granny'll be out jigger That no one ever ever beats, A duet I will sing Like a champ on the streets. Mama will be dancin' With a slip and a dip, Aunt Diane will do dishes With an ol' swing of hips. Uncle Tony will sing Next to papa and me, While the little youngin's Fall asleep at our feet . Dancin' in the kitchen When dawn plays peek-a-boo, All the will be singing' And we will be worn through. The magic of the moments Formed the night before Will fill our hearts and dreams As we sleep on the floor. By Evelyn Creon
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