Learning to dance with three left feet
With a left entangled behind my right
Still with smiles they would always greet
Though, some would laugh at such a sight
I must confess at times I gave my self a fright
A quick step became a hundred metre sprint
With Mable my partner with the purple tint
She had a grimace for a smile and a blinking eye
I thought she was trying to give me a hint
Turned out she thought she was going to die!
David Williams for Nette's Let's dance contest.