Poetry

Contented Cacophony

He stepped left
And she swayed right
Completely out of tune
And a little uptight
Was he when dancing
All through the night.

He preferred the waltz
And she liked swing
But that wasn’t discovered
Until after the ring
But for years they danced
Without a fling

Many others would
Have said goodbye
Especially when you
Don’t dance eye to eye
But she was his girl
And he was her guy

So they each danced
To their own little beat
Bumping into
And stepping on feet
But no other love
Was as syrupy sweet.

 

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