Dancers with Candles
Dancers with candles are lurking around
Places where mistletoe is to be found,
Hoping their empty lips soon will be kissed,
Fearing their footsteps will turn into mist.
Suddenly sleepy the dancers do swoon,
Not caring at all that it’s only noon.
Could this be deep magic doing its work,
Or am I dreaming like some lonely jerk?
Soon I’ll be nodding, my air will be gone,
And it will be time for me to pass on.
Please don’t forget me when I am no more;
Give heed to my wisdom, this I implore.
Of all I’ve told you, try to remember:
Dance with your candle every December!
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Posted on December 6, 2020, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig and tagged air, candle, dancers, footsteps, gone, kissed, lips, lonely, lurking, mistletoe, nodding, sleepy. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.