Heavy at home

I dance all alone

My money is all spent

On a metal pad,

I'm broke, it's too bad,

Good thing I don't have rent.

The last of my cash,

The bottom of my stash,

Was poured into buying this thing

This metal dance pad,

From redoctane, it's rad,

It wont budge on the floor, so I sing

No more floor scrunching,

No more pad bunching,

The disappointment is finite

While here at home,

I can dance all alone,

For free, and all I want tonight

I got a good deal,

How my heart did reel,

That day at megacon

When I found it in place,

No S&H to face,

And a free T-shirt tacked on.

So happily I toted,

That heavy box, I noted,

Out to the lot and my car

And took it home, anxious,

My new baby, my precious,

That would take my dancing far.

That night, I got home,

I unpackaged it some,

Pulled it out on my floor,

The pad was so great,

I told my bro, nate,

As I pulled out padding more and more.

That night it sat by my bed,

I smiled as I rested my head,

Tomorrow I would dance.

I woke and started up my game,

My dance would never be the same,

I could practice more with this chance.

It had its quirks, I did see,

But I wouldn't let it deter me

From claiming my victory dance.

For now I could play well at home,

My scores and skills I could freely hone,

At no cost to myself.

And what about the fifteen buck

Pad? Which I almost chucked?

It's my emergency spare, up on a shelf.