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Sir
Studly's
Dance
Partner
Sir Studly's Dance Partner
Sir Studly put out his cigarette
when the band played a minuet.
Did he ask me to dance? You bet!
And that’s when I began to sweat.
No lessons had I, least not yet;
still I stomped on the floor like a vet.
Sir Studly soon began to fret;
an assault on his toes I beset.
Two small feet became quite a threat,
not to mention my toe ring baguette!
He did not see me as a coquette,
as he came after me with a net.
I must say I have no regret;
there’s a lesson here I won’t forget:
Make sure your dance steps are preset
‘fore you dance with a studly brunette.
January 9, 220
For William Kekaula’s “First Time Here – Any Monorhyme” poetry contest
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