A Ballet Dancer's Dilemma
Occasionally I am startled by a knock at my door
So, after carefully putting my feet on the floor,
I strolled through to my living room to answer
Before me stood a petite, scantily-clad ballet dancer.
At first, I stood wide-mouthed in accumulating awe,
Then, from the floor, I stooped to pick up my jaw.
“We have run out of gas right in front of your house,
In a special dance recital, I am the lead’s spouse.”
I could see over her shoulder a woman’s hand wave
“Sir,” she shouted from the car, “Could you do us a fave?”
Could I have disappointed this pretty young ingenue?
Of course not, friend! And, I think, neither would you.
It seemed to me such a small thing to do, so I ran
Into the garage and fetched gas in a long-neck can.
“No problem,“ I said, while adding gas to their tank,
The little girl apologized, and I heard the car crank.
“While you are dancing, I will simply resume my nap.
I will be asleep in a minute, fast as a finger snap!”
So, helping them on their way to the local auditorium
I did not think twice about any polite honorarium
But three days later, out of the blue, I did receive
A thank you note with ten dollars tucked in a sleeve.
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2021
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