Diddy
So Diddy wanted to dance. "Dance!" Diddy said. Dance dance dance, Diddy said like a damn fool, jumping up and down. Diddy wanted to dance, Diddy said, because Diddy was due. The last time Diddy danced, they all knew Diddy got drummed. They all sat back and shook their heads. Dumb dumb Diddy, they all said.
But Diddy paid them no mind. No one had given Diddy a damn reason not to dance. None of them had stood in Diddy's face and said, Diddy, don't dance. They all sat back and sat in to watch Diddy's oncoming disorientation. They wouldn't miss Diddy dancing, not for the world.
Diddy looked down at this feet and swore at them. They swore back. Dance dance dance, Diddy said and they didn't move an inch. They declined. They drew on Diddy's head, draining and draining and Diddy just stood there with a cross look on his face.
Then a big fool came galloping up the street, and Diddy gave him a look. "Hello big fool," said Diddy. "Hello Diddy," said the big fool. Then the big fool galloped away, and Diddy was there alone and Diddy swore at the big fool. No dance, said Diddy, glaring away down the street.
They all sat back and laughed because Diddy was a damn fool too. Dumb dumb Diddy.
