A Step Half Made
As lightening shone and thunder blew,
I danced the dance that dancers do.
They danced it back and asked if I
would mind them dancing through the night.
I thought no harm could come of this
besides, such company I’ve missed.
Thus, on we danced so unaware
that torrent rains beyond compare
fell down in floods on higher ground,
and like a wall came crashing down.
Then somewhere in a step half made
the dance I danced was washed away.
Now all that’s left for you to see -
remains of the catastrophe.
Oh, hopefully from this you’ll know...
don’t ever dance when thunder blows.
common sense
