“O wad some powr the giftie gie us” … Robert Burns
The lady dances to the violin
She strives to win her gallant paramour
While lightly, lightly bobs her double chin.
Her slippers tripping, marking each refrain
Gently placed, in order, on the floor:
The lady dances to the violin.
She smiles, she laughs, she then pouts on a whim
Her pink chiffon hints of a coups d’amour
While lightly, lightly bobs her double chin.
She swears that they must try that pas again
The dandy hurries to the players, for
His lady dances to the violin.
The hours pass, her corsets start to strain,
She smiles, denying that her feet are sore
While lightly, lightly bobs her double chin.
At last, the other dancers form a train
To exit, yet she looks not to the door.
The lady dances to the violin
While lightly, lightly bobs her double chin
© Julia F. Varnell-Sarjeant 2011