Poem – Sorrowful Dancer

There was a woman deprived, 
She lived her book in lies, 

Beautiful her moves were deadly, 

Temptress she acted sinfully, 

It was told that she trance every man, 

Her heart had a ban, 

Steaming from herself worth, 

Thinking of her birth, 

It was quite sad to see, 

“I want someone to think of me! ”

Oh she was a dancer, 

Only Lord knows she’s a chancellor, 

Go woman go, 

She knew she could put on a show, 

In her eyes I could tell she was hurt, 

I didn’t have to ask why she felt like dirt, 

All she needed was someone’s hand, 

To comprise a wedding man. 

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