Today Le Uncle and Monsieur Paterson ‘ad a dancing competition.
They are still trying to attract le attention of   les girls next door.

Eet seem to be working but Muzzerr ees not ‘appy about eet.
Les girls ‘ang out by le fence and watch.

Monsieur Danny Boy Paterson, ‘oo ees a very ‘airy ‘orse ‘appens to be very good at le break dancing.
‘e start by lying on le ground whistling at les

When ‘e ‘as their attention,  ‘e start spinning around with ‘is legs in le air.

‘Go The Danny Boy,’ yell Muzzerr,
‘You’ve got more style than a bag of barley’.

Monsieur Paterson bust a new move.

‘Jolly good show Mr Paterson’ yell Madame Trolloppe.

Not to be outdone, Muzzerr chimes in – ‘Fricken brilliant!’ she shout.

Ah can not believe mah own Muzzerr would use such language in front of me, ‘er only son.

Monsieur Danny Boy, ‘e ees going all out to win le title, ‘e ‘as moves ah ‘ave never seen before.

‘Oi call dis one da Drunken Oirish Cob’ says Monsieur Paterson.

Ah suspect Monsieur Paterson know more about le drunken irish cobs than ‘e let on.
Then eet ees Le Uncle’s turn. ‘E might be le paddock
Planking Champion but ah ‘ave no idea eef ‘e can dance.
Ah suspect not.

‘e go down and wave ‘is legs around a bit.
Ah ‘ave to say, ‘is performance ees a little lacklustre

Suddenly ‘e try le spin, and ‘e get stuck and end up with ‘is signature Planking move.
‘e lie about like this for a bit and le next thing we all ‘ear loud snoring!

Muzzerr and Monsieur Paterson, can not believe their ears.

‘I can’t believe he did that!’ say Muzzerr.

If oi were to take a guess oi’d
have to say he be doing da dance of the really really drunken Oirish Cob’ say Monsieur Paterson’oo know about such things.

‘I’ve seen that move before’ say Madame Trolloppe

‘I bet she’s seen it quite a few times,’ smirked Muzzerr.
Ah ‘ave no idea what she ees talking about but ah do not think it was a compliment.

Ah live een a paddock full of embeciles.