All Together Now We Twist and Shout

The stadium-breaker. Throat-lozenges cowering at the door. End your analogies and dance. They are this, they are that, and who cares about the geysers of flim and volcanic ash of flam? Mates unto ourselves. I've never seen The Beatles play Twist and Shout, but if I did, I'm sure I would dance.

Note: this was a group-write, featuring two writers.