Dance Hosts In The Ballroom Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

They lined up on one side of the parquet dance floor,
Name badges advertising practical steps, perhaps more.
When the music began, the hosts twirled to the score,
The singles waiting for partners, like boats on the shore.

The hosts selected the guests from the shine in their eyes,
Those waiting to be partnered looked to the skies.
Thos not wanting to be selected presented some demise,
Those wanting but dared not, glared as if to chastise.

They danced like spinning tops across the ballroom,
The dance guests of dance hosts stared as in a swoon.
They swirled around, fiery sun around dreaming moon,
Damn, must stop, my partner's back too soon!