There was a young Futurist named Page
Who was in love with the industrial age.
When the music played loud
She would dance for the crowd,
On the cold and empty stage.
(The above limerick was prompted by this post by Paul Andrus, http://www.paul-andruss.com/futurist-manifesto/).
K Morris - Poet 
Loved the read 🙂
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Oh yes that is me, dancing like nobody sees.
Thanks for your comment, Ellen. I have never been a good dancer!
I didn’t say i was good and my hairbrush singing is worse, i do it anyway. X
Love the image I’m getting from reading this! 😊
Thank you. I’m delighted you enjoyed my limerick. All the best.