Black Bait
Lives of sound health:
It's a rare wealth,
Like sounds of drums-
Happiness comes...
What rhythms fit,
Dancing legs split.
Bata drums keep,
Whole body deep,
Into its beats...
With all aesthetes
That summon stance,
Which beats romance.
It does take strength,
To last at length,
With set pattern...
Not of modern,
Skip; leap- series:
Rhythmic ease...
Brings lively haste,
Twisting each waist,
On sandy soil.
Yielded souls boil...
Hot drill's leisure,
Cum shared pleasure!
What a black Bait,
Only skills rate-
Its rhyming steps,
That culture reps.
Holds attention;
Toy contention.
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