Dancing Music Thank Yous!

Some say the music for soothing and for comfort.
Wisdom comes to some counting pearls to sort
But then there's some who want to clap and storm.
Palms and knees turn red and hair gets torn.
Small group of songsters loved to play.
Sonnets that were waltzes forever thrilling
Each other's eyes and ears dressing up like animals

and objects of the world that normally wouldn't move an inch.
Wildly a table crouched over big brass horns
while hands smacked 2 legged horses.
Day to day the same path trod with the same true tune
seeing how far one could move without losing place
Then one day before donning suits
A decision was made to try the weight of food bags around the waist.

While the chimney was blocked and smoke clogged lungs in sight
This made the music a challenge and also a struggling fight
Then they invited a vigorous Koord man
to whack at shins with mighty cane and sticks.
The horse would balance hot coals on nostril tip
and rest their glow on clay eyelids
The table man added to the fellow cabinets
not only off balance of plates,
and fine small statues to handle,
but 5 extra horns and see saws to teeter windle.
When the music became a rough din and all health the same,

the weary recalled the original strain.
What was left of voice called on bandages for the bleeding pain ...
and one day later wailing away again!