The Bop

by litnrod11

Posted to Utterances on 2002-03-27 05:52:00


OK, I admit it. I dreamed about you again last night. You were wearing pointy toed red canvas tennis shoes and dancing the bop. Sort of like Grease meets The Wiz. I always wanted to dance the bop. Never could do it. When I was five years old I had a hopeless crush on the seventeen year old girl who lived next door. She tried to teach me the bop but even then I had two left feet. So she ended up taking me to the drive-in as her chaperone to sit between her and the date she didn’t want to grope her. So, I groped her instead. But my hands were small. I still have a crush on the girl who does the bop.