Move to da beat!

With a booming sound..

Everyone gathered round~

Screaming out loud-

What a bizzare crowd!

Other folks tried to sleep,

But the flock of sheep...

Just couldn’t resist..

Nor desist.

It was a dance party.

Many showed up hearty,

While the parents are away-

The mayhem will stay.

One person next door-

Called Mr & Mrs Brodor...

’Your kids are dancing.

My dog won’t stop barkin!’

Mr and Mrs Brodor

Had placed a camera

Right by their front door

They could see it all

They dialed home

It went straight to voicemail

Soon they were on their way

Right back to the party

The parents heard the noise-

From the corner of the street

Unbelievable...this party~ would soon come to a halt.

Mr and Mrs Brodor-

Heard loud stomping of feet.

This was a strange thing to witness in their own home.

All dancing motions froze-

The minute the music stopped playing~

And the crowd left.

There in the living room-

The twins smiled...

Trying to act all innocent-

‘Welcome back home.’

Who’s idea was this?

Their parents asked.

‘Not mine.’

The girls replied.

Later in the night-

After all was calm & quiet.

A little robot was glad that it

Had a great dance party.

#MoveToDaBeat