Kolkhoz - Ball
How amusing it was in the village, then!
With my own eyes I saw when
was the funniest thing of all:
a kolkhoz and a firemen's ball.
Together they sat, old and young,
with dashing verve a leg was swung.
Then flowed the beer, and liquor flowed free,
spirits rose higher and higher, pardee.
A brown, a schnapps, an aperitif...
on the dance floor someone's bold in a jiff.
On the floor someone can't control legs or feet,
but kicks another right in his seat.
In pain he makes a leap to the side;
this sort of thing, he can't abide.
On cue, a waltz is played by the band,
then into his backside a leg is rammed.
"Hang on", thinks he, "it 's too much; no more",
for the leg has made his bottom sore.
As his behind is kicked again,
he holds fast the leg, and pulls it in train.
The dancer, to whom the leg belongs,
is aware that his balance has gone,
and falls completely and utterly down,
full length upon the dancing ground.
Everyone's face shows horror and shock.
"Will there be fighting, or will there not"?
But commonsense has quickly come,
and the fallen man is taken home.
That 's how it was! I saw it happen.
How amusing it was in the village, then.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)