nightclubbing

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Rocking music from the corner,

Played and replayed by the DJ

of ephemeral rock and pop,
in the hall sparklingly lit,
Never stopping shadowy figures,
Robed in myriad attires to suit,
In singles, doubles and multiples,
toiling to sweat their guts out.
Intoxicated by the rollicking time,
restless limbs in ceaseless motion,
treading invariably to no destination,
Practiced pace in pitched laughter,
swinging scene in smoky air;
‘Tis much ado of the couples’ dance
and sure enough the bonkus’ chance.