You were always blaming things on the boogie.

The time you stayed out in the sun too long
And your speckles turned to freckles: the boogie.

The evening you admired the light of a full moon
Only to trip and fracture your hip: the boogie.

Even those times which once seemed good
Became named, shamed and blamed on the boogie.

I quite liked the boogie.
I didn’t know why you had such a problem with it.