Puttin On the Ritz

Had an invite to a ball in Lake Tahoe at the Ritz Carlton what a surprise. To celebrate in true old fashioned style opened a door couldn’t believe my eyes The ballroom was all of a glitter with walls of silk and panels of wood Had brought in chandeliers shining like diamonds the backdrop of Martis Valley looking good. One whole wall was made of glass showing a view nearly too much to bare. I heard the sound of more guests turned round, I couldn’t help but stare. Here were ladies dressed in their finery the gents in tuxedos and white starched shirts. They gracefully walked to their tables whilst the band tuned up ready to start. What a night of pleasure, we waltzed ‘til our feet were sore Then we gathered the strength for a foxtrot, we danced and danced even more. Fireworks were set off in the gardens Spiralling high in the night air The sparkle of these were out dimmed By the light in the eyes of folks here. What a way to remember the old days all dressed up, in a ballroom like this, The last waltz is played, looked around me We all had enjoyed Puttin on the Ritz. Penned by Seren Roberts On August 15th 2015