She Called Me A Spoilsport Poem by Francis Duggan

She Called Me A Spoilsport



She called me a spoilsport suppose she was right
Unlike her I could not dance well into the night
Yet she is a person much older than me
That age is a relative thing would you not agree.

I felt like a spoilsport I could not dance on
After a few dances my energy gone
But she went on dancing she danced gracefully
A wonderful dancer so lovely to see.

In her mid to late sixties like a young athlete
She went dancing on the one with dancing feet
Four to five years older than I but to dance I felt too tired
But she kept dancing on like a woman inspired.

That she called me a spoilsport seems only too true
And I give her credit the credit she is due
With many half of her age she danced around the floor
Without stopping for a rest for two hours or more.

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