Who Danced With Me Poem by Ima Ryma

My Daddy was a preacher man.
I wanted to go to a dance.
But Daddy's answer was a ban,
Said the Devil wanted a chance
To turn a young girl to his charm.
But I snuck out in my best dress.
How could a dance cause any harm?
A handsome man approached, and yes,
Asked me to dance and off we spun,
Dancing around and 'round and 'round.
Oh, I had never had such fun,
Unaware of where I was bound.

The Devil danced me down to dwell
Forever in the depths of hell.