205. A Slavic Schottische

There they go, the Russians –
Dancing
Racing
Squatting on their haunches
And clopping down the street!
With a swig of vodka,
They’re offa!
Wowza!
Butts skidding the sidewalk
While kicking up the heat –
I once asked a Russian Racer how he did it
And was told it was easy as raz and dva and tree –
Instead of explaining the steps and how he got there,
He laughed, then crouched down,
Then danced across the street!
The Russians, they like racing –
Though I know not why this way –
But day and night they like to play
By kicking to the beat!
I’ve raced with them since often
And now think I know why
They race so unconventionally:
Because they think their brand’s unique
Even when I’m in the line
Which, perhaps, makes me Russian.
So now I dance and stomp and steer
With folded arms and widened stance
And join this Russian romp!
Hoi! Hoi! Hoi!