Should you let the man lead
If you dance, but he doesn't?
If he has two left feet,
Fred Astaire, he sure wasn't?
If he's awkward, unsure
And he steps on your toes?
And it soon is apparent
That the whole dance floor knows?
If your guy plainly is
Not the picture of grace
You can come to his rescue,
And help him save face.
My advice, in this instance,
Is to head out the door
And allow him to lead
Elsewhere than the dance floor!
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Thank you, Ray, for the compliment! I had a lot of fun writing this one. : -)
a little humor was what we needed and you did it with perfection
Awww, Thanks Louis! Humour, I can do. But perfection is a mighty high standard to live up to! : -)
Thanks for your comment, Carl. I had fun with this one. The idea popped into my head unexpectedly, and it just took off! : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha ha but who cares who is looking the main thing is to just prance about and have fun, life's too short.
Thank you, Tom, for the liberating advice to be free of what anyone else thinks, and to have fun! To live for the moment, as moments matter more, the older we grow! : -)