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-Fax Pass in the Fox Trot-

“A dance, if you would”
He spoke in words
of a prince
“I shall, my sweet”
Her face shined
as she stood to her feet
folded her napkin
took to the floor
in his arms she soared
“Your dress looks splendid”
“As does yours…
Your dress COAT I mean…”
I slight giggle slips
at her own faux pass
‘Damn’ she thought
‘Should have wore my black bra!’
One two three
They moved in the glow
of the gold chandelier
Wine cups in a row
He must have sipped
more than a sip
for when he went
to give her a dip
SHE slipped
He tripped
and the cups toppled down
She laughed anew
to remove his frown
and they stood
and they danced
No more fox trot
For when made a fool
with someone you love
you find a happy spin
in a lovely fall