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Created on: December 18, 2009
Music command me
Courage make it be
To ask her to dance
And not miss my chance
To trip the light fantastic
And show her how elastic
I can be on the dance floor
Without being a bore
There I am with her to ask
And prove that I am up to the task
Of sweeping her off her feet
And maybe romance should our eyes meet
Laughing and dancing up a storm
Showing her my graceful form
Surely she can feel my heart implore
To dance with her for evermore
Money on lessons was well spent
So glad that I went
To dancing classes and charm school
So I can dance without feeling a fool
We must look so good doing the waltz
So be still my racing pulse
She is so lovely as we dance along
I could so easily break into song
Music maestro if you please
I can dance with practiced ease
Music stops just for a while
We look at each other and manage a smile
But wait next dance is called a Mazurka
Why does mazurka sound like berserker
I was expecting a lovely Tango
At this stage I would even accept a Fandango
My Polish dance instructor now I could kill
Who said for the Mazurka I did not have the skill
To do it justice leave the dance alone
Calls for it are rarely shown
Learn if you can all the modern dances
All the steps and all the prances
Of the Polka or the Quickstep
Good exercise to show your style and pep
Out on the floor with the lovely girl
My mind racing in quite a whirl
How not to lose her and spoil her night
Perhaps I could just fluke the dance just right
Needless to say it was quite a disaster
We both ended up being wrapped in plaster
She broke a leg and I broke an arm
Remarkably we both stayed calm
After that she became my wife
So I can dance with her for the rest of my life
Pity though about her limp
Just shows that she is not a wimp
Oh how we danced on the night we were wed
We danced and we danced so it is said
' Cause the room had no bed
About the Mazurka though enough said
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