When I dance, you’re gonna think that you have seen the Furies,
as I start to whirl the Dervish way.
The Furies were girls!
My mythic knowledge: kinda squirrely.
I have no literature B.A.
I whirl….

This is not the bump and grind
that sometimes reveals beaver.
Women in dance role we once decried.
Times change and sometimes now girls you’ll see
as we receive hers—
men and women whirling side by side.
Yes, girls….

It’s the kind of whirl where you go ’round
as if in air.
You mustn’t drool!
’cause to spray would not be good…
’twould be a case of blunderhood
No drool’s the rule; stay cool, don’t drool.

Whirl, whirl….

You’re male, bold and quite well hung,
you must restrain your measure—
it’s suggested codpiece you not shed.
It is best to keep a wrap on that
that gives you pleasure.
Flapping’s simply not tolerated.
Whirl furled….