Not Bored of the Dance: Choreomania
She danced at sunrise—every day.
She danced all morning—stopped for lunch.
She danced all afternoon, I say,
Then danced to bedtime—that’s a bunch!
She danced throughout her dancing life—
No energy she’d ever save.
She was a dancing sort of wife—
But danced into an early grave.
But this was not the end of her—
Oh, no sir, no ma’am—not at all.
She caused a cemetery stir
When she arranged a Corpses’ Ball!