Phases, fads, forgotten fashions
Come and go, unbridled passions
Stealing through into the night,
Swirling whirlwinds in their flight.
Frisbees, yo-yos, hula hoops,
Derby hats and spats... Zuit-suits
And boogie-boards to cruise the waves,
All the hep-cats were the rave.
It was not so long ago
Break dancing was the latest craze.
Twisting, spinning, topsy-turvy,
How they would amaze the
Sedentary like myself
Who watch in awe from an easy chair,
Wondering how the hell can they do
What they're doing there?
Better yet, I wondered "why"?
What scheme? What aim? What plan?
The answer is a simple one.
They do it 'cause they can.
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