She Dances and Poses

When he sees her, he can’t contain his joy His gallant heart leaps within its bony cage A fan, he has been since he was a boy Of the beautiful woman up on the stage; It gives him contentment and sheer delight To watch her captivate the crowd with her poses Like a stalker he shadows her each night And each night gifts her with crimson roses; She cheerfully accepts the floral tokens And on each cheek, she plants a kiss Thank you she says, though no words are spoken His thoughtful gestures fill her with bliss; “Good job”, he says, “great dancing and poses.” “Thank you, son, now enough with the roses!”