By David Roth
© 14th January, 2005
I showed up looking sharp and clean,
Arriving for my date.
I had prepared with ample time,
So not to show up late.
All decked out in my rented suit,
Her flowers in my hand,
I had a regal evening set,
Each detail mapped and planned.
There, proud I stood, top hat and tails,
A trussed up teenaged clown,
And gazed in awe at how she looked,
In her new ballroom gown.
I held her door, she climbed inside,
We started on our way,
And headed for the concert floor
To hear the big band play.
But this would be a different date,
For more than happenstance,
Tonight we’d spread our wings and fly,
Tonight we’d ballroom dance!
We’d taken classes, practiced hard,
Gone over every step,
The time had come to take the floor,
And validate our prep.
Tango, Foxtrot, Waltz and Swing,
Spin and turn and dip,
Round and round the floor we glide,
At a frantic clip.
Minutes turned to passing hours,
Moments quickly spent,
Every pattern crisply cut,
Joyful and content.
When at last the night gave way,
And the band went home,
We stood on the polished floor,
Beneath a golden dome.
Here we danced the night away,
And we made our fate,
In a spinning ballroom dancing way,
On this special date
