I dance for kings, I dance for queens; it pleasures them, or so it seems.
I can leap in the air, with the greatest of ease, a smile on my face, always to please.
I can dance a jig, or whatever you please, music in the air, may the trumpets cease.
A crowd of onlookers , I could care less, the rythmn inside me, let the dance commence.
Here come the soldiers, they applaude so much, like I was of royalty with this magical touch.
I can dance anything that only pleases you, even when court jestures seem to intrude.
So as I leap across the floor, I try to imagine ...
no one watching me, ...with less motivation and passion.
Copyright 2003. J. Mallinson
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