|“Welcome to Dancing with the Fleas
where we aim to truly please.
The first dancers are Jake and June,
who will dance to any tune.
“Our judges are three;
some of them can even see.
Welcome to Joe, Judy, and Wapner,
who slowly begin to stir.
“Hop on the fox,
who then hops on a box.
Now, start the fox trot.
Hop, hop, you all hop.”
Joe squirms in his clothes,
moaning so many noes
because he perfers to wear none;
Judy reminds him, “This is work – not fun.”
The audience hops all over the place.
They are excited by this dancing race.
Joe says, “I hope no one starts a fight.”
Wapner agrees, “Isn't that right.”
The fleas hop as if in a trance,
mesmerized by the dance.
Couple after couple do their thing,
dazzling everyone with all the bling.
Finally, twenty dancers are done.
Judy says, “That was so much fun.”
“Like bacon popping in a frying pan,”
Wapner says, “they sure can.”
Joe shouts, “The fox was the star
from up close and afar.
He ruled the night,
but none of the dancers got it right.”
Judy tosses marbles in a bag.
“Joe, you are an old windbag
who has lost all his marbles.”
Fleas bounced all over the tables.
Joe scratches his beard.
“Humm, just as I feared.
I've been looking for those everywhere
even in my thinning hair.”
Judy huffs and says, “Bravo, well done,
all the dancers were so much fun,
but Jake and June were the best;
better luck next time to the rest.”
Walpner slams his hand on the table.
“What? Is this some kind of fable?
Joe has lost his marble bag,
and Judy's an old hag.
“The winner is clear to see -
it is Robert and Bea.
Never has such form and grace
been seen in any place.”
Mad fleas hop left and right,
screaming Joe, Judy, Wapner is right.
The fox with a bag of marbles in his mouth
sneaks from the room and heads south.
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