She Was My Dancing Partner

I stood to dance a drunken dance, 
So I swayed toward her line,
With nonchalance and poise and grace, 
I didn’t spill my wine.

And she stood still, didn’t move at all, 
I had her in a trance,
As, with one free hand I held her waist, 
And slowly tried to dance,

Yet she refused to move, budge or play, 
She didn’t seem to care,
That’s when I knew I had to sit, 
Because she was my chair.

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