Okay, Dance

The metrics of musical cadence, 

amusingly start when you say Dance, 

as if dancing was one 

of the ways we have fun, 

which is funny, but no coincidence. 

Okay, 'Dance' does sound real neat
when it makes you move your feet.
When you hear 'OKAY, DANCE' calls, 
sound off loud. Let your foot falls
mark your time ... Oh, Cadence will
make you proud! You're sitting? ... STILL!?!

First, please take a few steps to your lefts

in thoughts here befitting of sitting, as clefts

are now spread, two hemispheres of influence

firing your cylinders, as you try to make sense

of what all these words are trying to convey,

as pertains to your stay in the corps de ballet.

A thought is brought to eloquence
by chance. A dance with elephants
requires thoughts of big feet. Of course,
I’m just a mouse myself, Love. Horse
around with the nouns my deer, as does
dance and fawn upon poems and prose.

“When the Elephant Dances, the Mouse May Die.”