Went to see a Tango show.
It was entertaining, though
Really not my type of dance,
Filled with passion and romance.
Sexy costumes, shiny heels;
Slits in dresses, with reveals.
Every movement so controlled,
It was something to behold.
Looking stern and so severe,
Men in poses cavalier
Domineered with such restraint
We realized just what freedom ain’t.
In the audience, we clapped;
I was bored, my husband, rapt.
As the dancers did their stuff,
I was thinking – that’s enough!
With a magic wand, I’d zap
All that tango for some tap.
Then you’d find me focused in,
With the biggest-ever grin.
Please forgive me, tango fans.
Next time, I’ll make other plans.
If dance is what is on the map,
My GPS will lead to tap!
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