At the Ball

Some danced, Some would just watch, Some had champagne, Some a coffee klatsch, Wall flower, Still has it's beauty Colorful essence, Stem does its duty Swirling dancers, Trick the eye, Motion's chances, Does belie Shifting colors, Like shifting needs, Shifting wants, Like wind tossed seeds.. Some will have their Cup of punch, Some no clue, Some a hunch The Dutchess waltzes by, The prince does smile, For only he, Has the means to try, To steal her away, To his castle cold, And if he feels, A need that bold, The Duke can wither On his own, For he dare not threaten, The all powerful throne.