Maybe her name is Jeannie, Daisy, Jeannette, or Pauline. We can call her Rosie Posey! This is how we did the Charleston. She’s dancing with her friends and people are watching. She’s stepping on bugs!
(Some people who see her think maybe her skirt is too short.) Maybe she’s a bit of a tomboy. She has six brothers and four sisters. That poor family!
She’s dancing at a street fair, or maybe inside. This was a dancing era! She’s a dance teacher who’s trying to find a boy. The dancer feels pretty good. Maybe she’s torn her dress. She’s tap dancing.
In the 1920s we cut our hair, and smoked. The big band played “Roll out the Barrel”, “Beer Barrel Polka” and “God Bless America.” She’s caught in the spirit of the moment.
The band will cash all the money when the dance is over.
Maybe this is a wedding reception, with hotdogs, little chocolates, potato chips, Italian food and noodles. There’s beer and Coca-Cola to drink.
Later, she got married. She went on a honeymoon, maybe to Niagara Falls or California. He husband doesn’t like to dance. She’ll have to beg him.