Puttin On the Ritz
Had an invite to a ball in Lake Tahoe
at the Ritz Carlton what a surprise.
To celebrate in true old fashioned style
opened a door couldn’t believe my eyes
The ballroom was all of a glitter
with walls of silk and panels of wood
Had brought in chandeliers shining like diamonds
the backdrop of Martis Valley looking good.
One whole wall was made of glass
showing a view nearly too much to bare.
I heard the sound of more guests
turned round, I couldn’t help but stare.
Here were ladies dressed in their finery
the gents in tuxedos and white starched shirts.
They gracefully walked to their tables
whilst the band tuned up ready to start.
What a night of pleasure,
we waltzed ‘til our feet were sore
Then we gathered the strength for a foxtrot,
we danced and danced even more.
Fireworks were set off in the gardens
Spiralling high in the night air
The sparkle of these were out dimmed
By the light in the eyes of folks here.
What a way to remember the old days
all dressed up, in a ballroom like this,
The last waltz is played, looked around me
We all had enjoyed Puttin on the Ritz.
Penned by Seren Roberts
On August 15th 2015
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