Dancing with my iron... *****

Dancing With My Iron!!

Today can't get my favourite music
Out of my head
Had rather, a long stretch morning,
of ironing
Cannot do such, chores without
My favourite composers...
Know not how I managed to, but I did every little piece!
I started, with Beethoven and finished with Tchaikovski
With the electrifying, sounds of Beethoven
Needed, to get my teeth into, to get my blood going
Symphony No 5 Wow!!
Such powerful sounds!!
Sending ripples through my body, curling my blood
On a cloud was I as I sway in tune, conducting
My hair standing on end, a tear flowing...
Manically, I stood conducting, with my iron,
Burning my arm, painfully... 
Then Tchaikovski found his way, on my music deck
With the dulcet tones of Tchaikovski melodious sounds
So I started with Swan Lake, immediately firing my brain
Ironing the old boy's shirts, no ending
I was riding on a cloud, ironing on, skimming, effortlessly
In my mind, I was waltzing and swaying
The wondrous sounds of Tchaikovski...
By the time, the little swans came in, I was dancing,
with my iron...
Over those shirts gliding, effortlessly, on and on I ironed
Shirts bedding's, even nick nicks, everything else in between!
There was no stopping me, music engraved into me, a dopamine
By the time the Hungarian, dancers came in, I was swaying
Undulating on a cloud...
Each note an ecstasy, each beat, like the beating of my heart
As I stopped and stood to conduct, the Spanish dancers came in
And so I danced and conduct, in turn...
By now, my blood was on fire, as I dance and danced, with my iron
Then the Mazurka came in, I was lost, lost in time
I had these craze feelings exuding through me
Must say, tears spilling out...
The euphoria, the manic euphoria, within me dancing on
I smelled burning,  oh bugger!! Burning the old boy's shirt!
What the hell, he's plenty more, matters not...
And I danced ironed and danced, feeling full my heart
By the throbbing sounds, going through me...
As I recollected papa saying, darling feel, just feel the music
As he was instructing me: Now recollecting, I say!!
I do Papa, I really do...
It's as if my heart's bursting, even hurting
To the majestic sounds of Tchaikovsky...
Always, has this effect, on me!!