12/08/2016
That Night On The Dancefloor
I'm painting a picture of a scene in my mind.
My inspiration is that of a memory I left behind.
The background is of a throng dancing as one.
I am holding you close, with my heart undone.
We sway gently to the beat I'm holding you tight.
Ready for some action, whilst hoping you might.
Savouring the moment, wishing it wouldn't end.
To leave this dancefloor with more than a friend.
Then I tread on your toe, much to your surprise.
The smile vanishes, from your now annoyed eyes.
I loosen my grip, but still hold on with some hope.
I'm wearing two left feet, finding it difficult to cope.
My bravado takes over setting you up for a spin.
The next thing I know I have kicked you in the shin.
You scream like parrot hopping around like a bunny.
I couldn't help laughing because it was ever so funny.
At first you were embarrassed but saw the funny side.
We were surrounded by others with nowhere to hide.
I fell to my knees begging your forgiveness for sure.
The others stopped dancing there was a mighty roar.
The only words I heard uttered by you were "yes I will".
You then took me in your arms saying your dreams I fulfill.
I was taken aback by my intentions that you had misread.
I wondered did I really say what you thought I had said.
Well there was no going back I had to stick to my word.
Even though the situation was farcical and very absurd.
So then I reached into my pocket for a ring full of keys.
Reiterated the supposed question on my bended knees
That was thirty years ago now with grandchildren of four.
I am so happy to have kicked you... that night on the dancefloor!