Scandalous Thoughts

A party in 1863 A girl about to wonder A young naïve unruly thing Scandalously ponders. Weaving in and out of sight of contemplations weary light A sort of fun majestic flight that sooths the hungry appetite Allowing such a naughty thing Would surely be a bandit Too much fun would spoil the rules An exercise too candid. She sings and starts a merry dance to wondrous a circumstance It’s miracle a dazzling trance to tempting to a rigid stance Imagine old and grumpy men All standing in a circle Too proud to take a lady’s hand Would surely be a Mir’cle Beyond the real she soon collides within a societal divide To let the morays soon subside a feeling they won’t soon deny They gasp in their deliverance To see a lady sway Too devious to behold Too hard to look away But now is not the time for this a memory they would soon dismiss This sort of ‘havior can’t exist you’ll have to settle for a kiss. So there you have it as it was Before we all were born Today a girl can dance all day And barely be adorned.