Bob arrives sporting his best polyester shirt,
the mirrored ball spinning rays of colored light,
he adjusts his gold chain, now he’s ready to flirt.
That diva in the corner is looking quite alright,
hair blow-dried to perfection, wow what a sight!
This disco is well known for finding romance,
and Bob plans to deliver his favorite line.
He strolls over with a smile and a sideways glance,
then looks at her straight with “Hi, what’s your sign?”
“I’m Joan and I’m a Leo” replies the face quite divine.
In seconds they’re boogying away on a pulsating floor,
loud music keeping beat to its lit squares, blue and hot pink,
as they Hustle, Bump, do the Robot, and a few more.
The dee-jay overlaps several records in perfect sync,
with not a moment between tunes for one to even blink.
Around the disco vivid lights flash off the wall,
their colors bouncing on chrome tables and the bar,
which fronts a psychedelic mural nearly ceiling tall.
Some say a disco is really a bit bizarre,
but to most that kind of thinking is a bit sub-par.
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