Slip the leash to see it for himself
Dancing through customs charmed
The pants off them or so they said
How can a man show such grace?
A job trading futures in Shanghai
Hoofing it with the bargirls at night
The Great Wall was his dancing mind
He gained weight drinking cheap beer
Practised his dream steps before bed
Eventually fell in with a country girl
He picked up enough Chinese to wow
Her parents & he danced a life for them
"The Cure Is Worse Than The Disease"
Their eyes shined big they thanked him
They poured him out a fiery cup of wine
He started to stammer a formal speech
Gazed at the sunset waited at the horizon
He pointed at his mouth then to his feet
Was unprepared for the wild applause.
© 2012 Rob Schackne
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