Let’s Dance
Slow-quick-quick
She had smiled at him.
Here was his chance
to be bold and ask her
if she wanted to dance.
Here was his chance
to be bold and ask her
if she wanted to dance.
She had spotted him
with a sly glance;
he’d been hesitating
but began to advance.
with a sly glance;
he’d been hesitating
but began to advance.
The music started,
the lights dimmed down,
on her forehead
there was a big frown.
the lights dimmed down,
on her forehead
there was a big frown.
The beat she heard
was much too quick,
was much too quick,
her head was spinning,
she was feeling sick.
she was feeling sick.
In front of her stood
the boy she admired;
would you do me the honour?
he politely enquired.
the boy she admired;
would you do me the honour?
he politely enquired.
Embarrassed, she said
I’d rather not,
I can do a slow waltz
but not the fox-trot.
I’d rather not,
I can do a slow waltz
but not the fox-trot.
© Luigi Pagano 2021
© ionicus 2023
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Delightful rhyming fun with courting behavior and personal dilemma, Luigi. I can relate!
Very pleased you liked it, Bel. Written in fun and to keep the brain active. Thanks for your thoughts.
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This reminds me of a place called The Court School of Dancing
I could never get my head around the foxtrot
I, pretty much all the blokes, just went for the girls, but they never taught us how to get over our shyness 🙁
Very true and we were so eager to take the first steps!