I am writing a book of poems. Hope you enjoy reading “The Unlikely Dance.”

“The Unlikely Dance”

She was light on her feet, had rhythm, and liked to dance

He was not rhythmic at all, but sometimes he’d take a chance

She was a hit. Other people would circle her and watch

He was pathetically clumsy; he danced like Sasquatch

“The Marriage Tango”

In the grand ballroom of life, back and forth they sway,

They responded to each other in a tippy-toe marital ballet.

He steps on her toes; she laughs, forgives, and asks why.

As their love story unfolds, he sees the forest, she the sky

The Honeymoon Waltz

They waltz through the honeymoon clouds lofty and high,

He promises to fix the sink, and she knows he will try.

When reality hits, things spin like a disco ball,

The dance changed to tango, and it is free for all.

The Lost Sock Tango

“Left sock, right sock, where’s the matching pair? 

In the laundry basket? Obviously, it’s not there

He blames the dryer; she sighs and rolls her eyes. 

The lost sock tango says. “matching sock, goodbye.”

The Toothpaste Foxtrot

He squeezes from the middle, she squeezes from the end,

Toothpaste wars escalate, with no compromise to bend.

They foxtrot in the bathroom, minty breaths collide,

Their love is minty-fresh as the toothpaste war subsides

The Remote Control Cha-Cha

“He wants sports; she craves reality TV bliss, 

Remote control battles—yes, they do exist. 

He flips to ESPN; her preference seems so stark 

They cha-cha through the channels—she loves hallmark.”

Bridge: The Blanket Rumba

Under the quilted blanket, they rumba and sway,

He’s a human radiator; she’s an iceberg, they say.

He steals the covers; she shivers in the cold,

Yet their blanket tango continues and never gets old.

Chorus: The Grocery Store Salsa

“Avocado or guacamole? He’s clueless, don’t you see?

She salsa dances all around; he says, “Where’s the beef?”

Together they sizzle; he seems bland, while she is festive 

But, their salsa rhythm is aroused; and there’s a lot of zest-a!”

Outro: The Forever Waltz

In this whimsical dance, each one finds their groove,

Marriage is a syncopated rhythm of laughter and love.

Through missteps and spins, they hold each other tight,

Their forever waltz seems imperfect but it’s really oh-so-right.

Notes: No husbands, wives, or socks were harmed in the making of this poem. 😄🎶

60’s/70’s Update: “Hip Hop” and”Twist” or feel like a “Jerk” as you “Stroll” in the “Monster “Mashed Potatoes.”