Dancers And Players
Dancers and players are not always same -
Some dancers are players, some players lame;
But lameness in dancers makes it a pain
To dance like a dancer ever again.
To you who are dancers, logic dictates
A need to achieve high energy states;
But look at the players, shuffling their hands -
Tactics dictate the most shifty of stands.
So dancers, my dancers (well, not really mine),
Keep from the lure of the devious design -
Where sin may not lead beneath a full moon
Cherish the music and honour the tune.
Some dancers are players, some players lame;
But lameness in dancers makes it a pain
To dance like a dancer ever again.
To you who are dancers, logic dictates
A need to achieve high energy states;
But look at the players, shuffling their hands -
Tactics dictate the most shifty of stands.
So dancers, my dancers (well, not really mine),
Keep from the lure of the devious design -
Where sin may not lead beneath a full moon
Cherish the music and honour the tune.
Labels: Poetry
etched with acid at 10:27:00 pm
3 Comments:
Graceful allusion to our dear Moonie! Even if it wasn't intended, I think that was the most interesting blogging about the Chiang Mai trip that I've read so far. ... or was it?
the last two lines have all three of you in them... see? 1 + 1 + 1 can be less than two...
Brilliant poem! Not surprising it took you so long :D. Bridge, lame jokes, 3 lovely dancers and chemistry (think coffee) all-in-one. With all three dancers having their own "uniqueness" of course. Not to mention thoughtful advice given too!
Sharp you are, sir.
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