Everybody Is Doing It

Poem By Benjamin Zephaniah

In Hawaii they Hula
They Tango in Argentina
They Reggae in Jamaica
And they Rumba down in Cuba,
In Trinidad and Tobago
They do the Calypso
And in Spain the Spanish
They really do Flamenco.

In the Punjab they Bhangra
How they dance Kathak in India
Over in Guatemala
They dance the sweet Marimba,
Even foxes dance a lot
They invented the Fox Trot,
In Australia it's true
They dance to the Didgeridoo.

In Kenya they Benga
They Highlife in Ghana
They dance Ballet all over
And Rai dance in Algeria,
They Jali in Mali
In Brazil they Samba
And the girls do Belly Dancing
In the northern parts of Africa.

Everybody does the Disco
From Baghdad to San Francisco
Many folk with razzamataz
Cannot help dancing to Jazz,
They do the Jig in Ireland
And it is really true
They still Morris dance in England
When they can find time to."

Comments about Everybody Is Doing It

he is an idiot and he categorises poeple and steroetypes them to do things that they dont necessarily want ot do
Amusing expresson has been made. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulation for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day./
love the poem and dance forms
A poem introducing the different names by which people of different parts of the world call dance. Very informative
They do the Jig in Ireland And it is really true They still Morris dance in England When they can find time to." a very fine poem. tony


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