School Disco
I am currently reading Michael McIntyre’s autobiography Life and Laughing. One chapter reminisces about his school discos. It got me thinking about my first school discos in the 1970s.
School Disco
The school disco
A nervous affair
The night to be cool
To try not to be a fool
Dressed in the latest fashion
Oxford bags with massive waistbands
The more buttons the better
Acrophobia inducing
Platform soled shoes
Carefully concentrating on not cockling over
Jumbo collared shirts
In technicolour prints
Checking the breath
Chewing a couple of mints
The popular kids arrived
Busting a confident stride
Straight up to the bar
To buy a bottle of pop
The rest nervously shuffled in
Gathering like cattle and sheep
In the unwelcoming gym.
All echoey and vast
Music loud a deafening blast
From the hired DJ kit
Hypnotic headache inducing
Flashing lights lit up the room
Wafts of Brut and cheap perfume
Girls in one corner
Boys in the other
Peering tentatively
In each other’s direction
Still huddled together
For their own protection
Song after song
Played to an empty floor
Not even Dancing Queen
Or Devilgate Drive
Could get anyone
To rock or jive
Mates would dare you
To have a smooch
To the slow one
With Mary or Maria
We couldn’t move
There was an innate fear
Of being rejected
Of not being selected
For that first awkward dance
A cool kid called Lance
Showed how it was done
With sway and swagger
He moved in on the
Beautiful girl with the bun
They danced in the centre
Like no one was watching
But kid me not
We were all watching
Watching jealously
All wishing it was me!
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