Dance Class Poem by Gerard Heathcote

Well there she is what a show
Long blond hair face aglow
I think our eyes locked a while
She certainly didn’t run a mile
Line to line I hope she falls
To partner me when teacher calls

What a hoot she grabs my hand
I’m so shocked can’t hear the band
I notice now she’s wearing boots
I must confess that really suits
Will she let me hold her tight
Not first time perhaps not right

The night drifts on what shall I do
Don’t let her go one should be two
Now the class has run it’s course
It’s down to me and vital force
To take her hand and swing her round
But I can’t do this dance I’ve found

What shall I do, I must impress
Take secret lessons that’s my guess
I don’t care how long it takes
Even if my leg it breaks
I want to learn this sexy dance
So I can hold her in my trance