Dancing With My Iron.

Today somehow can't get my favourite music out of my head
Had rather a long stretch, morning of ironing,
But can't do anything like that, without my favourite composers
Don't know how I got it done...but I did every single piece of it 

So I started with Beethoven  and finished with Tchaikovsky
With the dulcet tones of Beethoven, such sweet melodious sounds 

But just couldn't get my teeth into it needed something to get my blood going 

Except for the fifth Symphony, wow that was a powerful sound. 

Send ripples through my body making my blood curl.  

So Tchaikovsky found its way, on to my music deck   

And from the first note, I was electrified, not literally you know

So I started with Swan Lake, immediately it fired my brain.

 As I ironed the old boys shirts, I was on cloud nine

I ironed on and on, in my mind, I was waltzing & swaying, 
To that beautiful sound the Swan Lakes music, by the time little, swans came in

I was dancing with my iron, that iron was gliding over those shirts,

Effortlessly I must say, on and on it went... ironed shirts sheets even nick nicks,

There was no stopping me,  by the time the Hungarian dance came in,

I was floating, floating on a cloud, each note was ecstasy each beat,

Like the beating of my heart, as I stopped and stood there conducting,

The Spanish dance came on, and so I danced and conducted in turn...

By now my blood was on fire, as I danced and danced with my iron...

And then the mazurka came in I was lost, lost in time ...

I had these crazy feelings running through me, must say tears spilling out...

The euphoria the manic euphoria inside of me,  as I danced on and on...

I smell burning...oh bugger...says I,  I burned the old boys shirt 
But what the hell it matters not, he's got plenty more

So I danced ironed and danced, my heart feels full by, the throbbing, throbbing

Sounds, that's going through me, as I remember Papa saying, darling feel

Just feel the music, as he was trying to teach me, now I think and say

I do Papa, I really do...it feels as if my heart bursting

With happiness to the majestic sounds of Tchaikovsky.

Tchaikovsky has always had, this effect on me.

                                         By Connie James.