I rather like ballroom dancing, though am not graceful enough for the fast Viennese waltzes. My speed is more foxtrots, American waltz, swing, and American tango.
The orchestra was loud when I walked in, Performing a whimsical waltz by Strauss. I picked a group of friends and settled-in, And perused the fineries of the house. The chandeliers were unevenly spaced, Creating random spaces of shadows Where intimate strangers chastely embraced, And not-so-innocent virgins caroused. A friendly acquaintance introduced me To his available little sister. Turned out she was charming and quite lovely, So I gave up trying to resist her. “I would be most honored, beyond measure; If you’d care to dance, it’d be my pleasure.”
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