Romantic Dancing Poem by Phil Soar

She left a deep impression on the way to our romance
She moved with such precision, when she asked me if I danced
And just as we were swaying to an orchestrated song
She said I was flat footed, and my movement was all wrong

My feet would not allow me, to match her swaying hips
She looked as if she was about to punch me on the lips
And then, when everything was missing Choreography
She said romance was over, and she'd seen the worst of me