The Dance
(dikt skrevet sent. Seriøst sent. Og postet mainly fordi jeg er stolt over at alt rimer.
Ikke forvent at det skal være logisk.)
The bouquet consists of a single flower
“Well, you should probably take another shower
You did learn to dance?
Good, though you’ll have to work on your stance.”
She’s stunning
Indeed, your parents have been cunning
(she does another twirl)
to choose such a beautiful girl.
You take her hand
And you’ve never felt a sensation this grand
As you lead her away
to another carriage-coloured ashtray.
You position the flower
(in her hair)
it’s obvious, she likes power
(but will she share?)
With soft lips and plum hips,
not an ounce of fat to spare
No one’s surprise she’s got gold in her hair.
Her eyes are green
and oddly serene
they match perfectly with your tux
You can’t agree with your best friend as he exclaims, “This party sucks!”
“It’s not a party, it’s a dance!”
“Do you want one, per chance?”
People separate you
(and your girl)
Oh, why do you have to be so new?
(she looks like she’s gonna hurl.)
Music blasts from giant cubes
You take a second to imagine the tubes
You remember your mother’s odd advice
as she shook another dice
“Feel, kneel, then seal the deal!”
You still don’t know what she meant
But then again, she’s always been kind of bent.
You watch your friends get pummeled with dirt
Too bad, that was his nice shirt
Well, maybe that’ll teach them to think
Before they order that second drink.
“I’m telling you; if swallowing pride was all it took,
she already would’ve read that second book.”
You ignore the stranger as he begins to talk
You decide to go for a walk.
You make your way
(towards your girl)
she’s slightly asway
(she probably did one too much swirl.)
It’s getting late
You start to get that feeling you hate
As you approach your date
And hear yellings of “Don’t go, mate!
The party’s just about to start!”
No, you want to look into her eyes as you part.
You both sit in the carriage;
you hope she’s contemplating marriage.
“Did you have a nice night?”
She looks at you with delight,
“Oh yes! It erased my fright.”
Your mouth is tight,
“Incredible, what you can do with just a little might.”
The carriage shakes,
the flower in her hair awakes.
