The Temptress (23/6/10) Poem by Christopher McInnes

Hey sexy lady, goddess of the dance,
with your flowing golden hair
all men you do entrance:
you make them jump and jerk around
till they almost leave the ground
and when you’ve had your fill with them
you leave them tired and broken.

So when you spied a boy quite still,
just waiting, handsome, by a mike,
you hurried over to his side
to see what he was like.

But then he started singing
and your ears were ringing
with sounds so pure and sweet
you couldn’t stop your feet.

Away you shot into the sky,
up like a whirling dervish,
and there you sit, left high and dry,
feeling pretty foolish.