PLAYING THE MAN
Back when I was just nineteen
I learned to ballroom dance;
how it came to happen
was totally by chance.
My manager’s young daughter
needed a chaperone,
so off to a dusty hall we went,
me and my plus one.
Because I was the elder girl
I had to play the man,
although I studied all the steps
a girl should know.
I can
even now dance properly,
but only if I lead –
try to steer me backwards
and I trip over my feet.
Thanks are due, as always, to Rochelle for hosting our group of writers on her blog, https://rochellewisoff.com/ and to Dale Rogerson for the image which prompted this week's stories. The 'Dance Studio' in which Juliet and I had our lessons was much less colourful, resembling as it did the entrance to a sleazy dive rather than the class establishment it claimed to be.
Two photos - one of me plus family and friends enjoying a pub lunch on The Big Day. The older man is the one who taught me to dance with a man! Taken by my elder daughter who flew in from Northern Ireland to surprise me.
And one with my younger grandson who was working but came round later.
I felt very loved.
Delightful, Liz.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Iain.
DeleteI like this very much, Lizy
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Neil.
DeleteHappy birthday to you, Liz! Love this story. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dale!
DeleteLovely story and what a memory! Happy birthday, I hope the family celebrations last a long time!
ReplyDeleteJen
Thank you. Jen. Celebrations run seamlessly into Easter and chocolate!
DeleteWhat a fun memory. I like how you've told this - one could almost dance to the rhythm of the poem. And a very happy birthday. Lovely photos.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marg, on every count!
DeleteHappy birthday, Lizzy! What a delightful story. Dance away!
ReplyDeleteShalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle - I only dance now if nobody is watching!
DeleteWhat a delightful story :) (Granonine)
ReplyDeleteThanks Granonine - really, nine?
DeleteLOL...fun prose.
ReplyDeleteAnd I thought it rhymed!
Deletehappy birthday. age is just a number. keep wearing those dancing shoes, sway to your favorite tunes, and let the rhythm keep you forever young. :)
ReplyDeleteI intend to do as much of that as the body will allow!
DeleteA beautiful story and Happy Birthday! And you should dance wherever you like.
ReplyDeleteI know, I know, but embarrassment gets in the way!
DeleteThanks for sharing that lovely story and photos of your lovely family. Happy belated Birthday! I love how you ended the story with tripping over your feet if led backwards.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michele.
DeleteThis poem is wonderful, thank you for sharing. And I love the thought of you still dancing, if only by yourself at home. I'm often caught dancing by myself, but when it's by one of my daughters it doesn't take long for them to join in!
ReplyDeleteI've had my granddaughter join in when it's country music - she's nine 😁
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