Seems like everyone’s dancing in Sheffield
We stagger in twos through the street.
We sway, arm in arm,
Trying to come to no harm
While the weather tries knocking us right off our feet.
But the one who is causing the dancing
Must really be feeling embarrassed
He tugs at our sleeves
But we wish he would leave
Because nobody’s dancing with Gareth.
No, nobody’s dancing with Gareth
Though he knocks on the windows and doors
It’s really uncouth
When he taps on the roof
This tempestuous fellow is tough to ignore.
Oh, nobody’s dancing with Gareth
Though he pulls us all out on the floor
With the wind and the rain
This storm’s a real pain
And I don’t know if we can all take anymore.
It’s really time somebody told you
And Gareth, I know that you’re keen
But you’re doing it wrong, dude
You come on to strong, you’d
Be better off toning it down. Is that mean?
What you see as attractive persistence
Feels more like, to me, being harrased.
It doesn’t feel sweet
To be swept off my feet
So I’m not going to dance with you, Gareth.
No, nobody’s dancing with Gareth
Though he knocks on the windows and doors
It’s really uncouth
When he taps on the roof
This tempestuous fellow is tough to ignore.
Oh, nobody’s dancing with Gareth
Though he pulls us all out on the floor
With the wind and the rain
This storm’s a real pain
And I don’t know if we can all take any more.
Tom Juniper Poetry 