Can't stop the poems now they have really got to me. This one's a bit more relevant to the thread.

I call it -

MY FEET DON'T UNDERSTAND ENGLISH

I speak to my feet quite seriously at times
I say "Feet" (when they start to prance)
"Only move to the right sort of tune
ONLY English Country Dance"

Jigs and reels are hard to resist
But they're banned from moving a muscle
Similarly the rumba, the charleston, the twist
And the various versions of hustle

I caught them starting to begin to respond
To a famed Aussie soap disco baby
They must have been tired and forgotten
As I've banned them from dancing to Ceilidhs

I should be so lucky

(c) Me