A limerick a week #258

The rhythm section…

Although I can’t take part in my regular tap dance class while I’m out of town, I still see its WhatsApp group messages.

So, having recently said ‘cheerio’ to our previous instructor, Gillian, we have now welcomed Chloë as her replacement.

Some of the class had seen my farewell limerick to Gillian and wondered if I’d manage a rhyme for Chloë. That’s my kind of challenge…

Don’t shush me! I’ll make all the noise I wanna!” – Daffy Duck

There was once a young man called Joey
Who wanted to tap dance and so he
Put on his new Blochs
And some music that rocks
And ball-changed with a lassie called Chloë.

A limerick a week #250

School’s out for summer…

The end of term brought some sad news to our tap dance class as Gillian, our teacher, won’t be taking us again. She told us that she had been promoted and wouldn’t be able to front as many classes as she currently taught.

So, while we look forward to next term with a new tutor, we’re left wondering why our class was one of the ones that Gillian cut. I think I know…

There was once a dancer called Gill
Tried to teach how to tap to our Phil
But he dragged the class down
‘Cos he danced like a clown.
Now she’s quit as ’twas making her ill!

A limerick a week #244

Tap is back!

In my youthful, rugby-playing days I lacked the ability to sidestep or jink so I was never picked in the backs, but played as a forward where the game was less finessed and just a bit more ‘agricultural’.

I have since learnt that I bring the same agrarian attributes to my attempts at tap. I’ve missed them, but, as Aberdeen’s Citymoves dance classes recommence after lockdown, never has the Gershwin classic been so ill-suited…

A dancer once thought that he would
Tap just as fast as he could.
Though his footwork was crass
He brought joy to his class
‘Cos he made all the others look good!