Liturgical Dance Rhapsody

It’s that special time,
That moment sublime
When the priest climbs on his pogo stick and bounces!
The praise-band is there
Time for physical prayer,
A comely dame across the chancel flounces.

Liturgical Dance!
Ecclesial prance!
It’s so me! I hope that no one will deride me.
I kick off my shoes.
I’m starting to ooze
Down the aisle just like the snake-hips that’s inside me.

The traddies all sneer.
It’s only their fear
That makes them want a Terpsichorean ban.
The hypnotic chant
Is just what I want
To make me sway and flex as only I can.

My crimplene’s swishing
And how I’m wishing,
As I imitate Fontaine’s ‘The Dying Swan',
Then back-flip so neat,
But land on my seat,
That nobody will spot that I’m a man.