Round And Round Poem by John Carter Brown

I can't be sure, it's hit and miss
if she will let me have a kiss
I think I'll have to take a chance
and ask her after this next dance

Round and round the floor we go
will she let me? I don't know
at the break my nerve I find
she says 'yes' she doesn't mind;

'but' she tells me, 'only one,
and after all my friends have gone'
I wonder why this should be so
is it because I've been too slow?

Round and round my head it spins
I catch her face, it's full of grins
she tells me later, via Skype,
she's really not the boyfriend type.

(Written Jan 2022)