
Dance lessons
It was a challenge
Bought the dance shoes
Loving red-orange
Drew attention to my feet
Keeping the rest of me discreet
Or so I thought
When I was taught
The tango by a lovely master
Indeed my heart beat faster
Body to body and glide, repeat
Hoped the focus was on my feet
Alas my body itself betrayed
My fervent passion was displayed
Was it the music so enticing
Or instructor I could eat with no icing
Gliding close, my steps were perfected
Music stopped but I had confected
A dream inside my head
Then had to sit down to dread
The next lady’s turn instead
Fearful as I hesitated to watch
The way they danced–my dream was botched.
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Lovely!
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Love the rhythm of your poetry!
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Thanks, it gets pretty choppy sometimes ; )
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Oh thanks, Danny! Have a great week!
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