shake shake shake

okay, okay.
time for a happy poem.
here goes.

it's nice and quiet at home.

i'm smiling
from ear to ear,
my face actually hurts
i'm smiling so hard.

the music is on as I dance
across
the living room
in my underwear. I can still
dance,
you didn't know that, did you?

oh yeah. shake shake shake.

a steak is on the stove,
shrimp
and bread,
potatoes and salad.

i'm mixing up an apple
martini with some grey
goose, pouring the wine.
it's Friday, yahoo.
and the house
and my life is once
again mine.