Since the last dance, it was quite a long time,
After reading my latest rebelling rhyme.
With an invitation card, I went to the dance hall.
Music was great; people were informal, including my pal.
I felt fearlessly, carelessly small.
Even my heeled shoes couldn't make me tall.
I wondered, what it was that made me feel a bad muse
I couldn't see any good or bad excuse.
It was a multi-cultural event;
People were mostly of Asian descent.
It might be for me, a touchy catchy chance,
But I didn’t feel like advancing for an armful dance,
I might lose my lustful balance.
So I sat down at the far end of the hall under the windows.
I watched people and their coupling shadows
Who were single, married and others on the friendship tows.
I just wondered who could make me merry,
That woman is in mini skirt, or the woman in a sari.
Then I thought; why should I be in a hurry?
Tomorrow will be a great day, with Mrs May.
She understands my English, three different ways.
Still, I will enjoy this harmonising people’s show
Instead of hooking myself to this woman’s that woman’s tow.