I must confess I wasn't good
When dancing with my beau
Two left feet they did say I had
And I had no real way to go
So I was avoided like the plague
Luckily I did meet this girl
We'd go to the flicks or opera
And once to a weekly dance
At town called Farnborough
She found I had a fault or two
Disapppointed to say the least
I could tell it from her face
Oh please let me lead she said
I bowed my head in disgrace
But at least I steer my car
It wasn't long before we were wed
And lived such fulfilling lives
We went to dances a few times
In big halls or other dives
Where she could dance with other men
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Ha ha, my ballroom-dancing-champion first husband was good about dancing with me (and making me look much better than I really was) but he was always glad to get a few dances with women who could actually dance too, so that he could actually enjoy one of his favourite pastimes.
ReplyDeleteThis one was great fun.
ReplyDeleteI too have two left feet.
I really like the ending of this one, Robin. I love that they were still happy even if they couldn't do every single thing well together. That sort of thing can really ruin a relationship... and a dance.
ReplyDeleteThis was a wonderful poem that resonated with me. I learned to dance at Arthur Murray and he learned by natural athletic grace (which I totally lacked). Somehow we managed!
ReplyDeleteA fun read, Robin. At your next dance ask your partner to review the Two Step with you, one two one two . . .
ReplyDeleteIt works.
Also chose a partner with wishes like yours, just to be close to one of the opposite sex for a few minutes.
It works.
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I loved how you brought out the beautiful love story of yours :-) I guess you can take some lessons from her now.
ReplyDeleteI loved how you brought out the beautiful love story of yours :-) I guess you can take some lessons from her now.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me giggle and cry a little too. My dear sweet husband is my ideal for so many things except dancing. He HATES to dance. But my friend who recently passed loved to dance. So we'd dance at celebrations together. One of my happy memories of her include dancing at Faeriecon (a fantasy/ fairy convention).
ReplyDeleteLove your ending on this, Robin!
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