Twelve pieces last night. Two of them, the same partner.
Do you count because you can't dance, or can't dance because you count?
Colonel, your coat always hangs on the third hook by the wall. I count too.
I don't dance. Counting outlasts it.
Twelve pieces last night. Two of them, the same partner.

A door that opens only to a knock ends up counted by its knocks. Today it was two short, one long.