Prison

I wouldn't want to be in prison high above the ground.
I wouldn't want my sundry limbs with rope to all be bound.
I wouldn't want a swatch of duct tape cutting off my sound.
I'd hate to think I'd die up there, never to be found.

Stumble Bumpkin

My two left feet are problematic.
Dancing good ain't automatic,
'Specially when we're doing Lindy Hop

I am just a clumsy bugger,
Love excuses just to hug her.
Can Fred Astaire be purchased in a shop?

For I would take his dexterous movements,
Make a couple small improvements,
Then I'd truly hit the tipsy-top.