Dancing Doreen
...for Ralph McTell
Gorgeous in her gown of purple silk
she is exquisite.
Her partner in his patent leather
(potent lover) shoes is the perfect fit.
They enter competitions where
they always take first prize.
Gliding to the sounds of Guy Lombardo
they are the top-flight graduates of a
well-respected dancing enterprise.
It is the night they have been waiting for -
the National Prize - and she is confident
that they will win the day.
When the judges read the scores they
come in third... there's nothing she can say.
Beside herself with disappointment
she seeks the spotlight as the orchestra
plays 'Moonlight Serenade.' She twirls
and curtsies in a transport of delight,
and she dances
dances
dances,
long after there is any music...
Security is summoned,
and then an ambulance,
but nothing in the world can
stop her dancing...
dancing....
dancing.....
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