He asked me to dance, ma
But I’ve two left feet
We swayed in a trance, ma
I couldn’t count the beat
He wouldn’t take a no, ma
I was too shy to retreat
Now I’m caught in his spell, ma
My private hell, ma
Followed and fell, ma
So who can I tell, ma
I didn’t listen, but now
I can teach to lead
Dversepoets.com and Bjorn wants us to dance a poem. 1-2-3, A waltz.
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Such dances can often end this way! I like the repetitions which really carry the dance along.
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Thank you Ingrid! I know its not a happy dance, but they all are not!
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Falling under someone’s spell can be tempting, but you have to know how to lead (and sometimes away)
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that was really cleaver, not much of a dancer myself. really enjoyed that
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Thank you for your encouraging words!
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I do love the ending line. I really like the beat of your verses, specially with the ending, ma.
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