The tango teacher

The tango teacher

 

The Tango teacher danced before his monolithic size,

a red dressed figure, tripping, thrilled his attitude and thought,

for none knew better than this femme to make the apple pies

his appetite so coveted and blurry thinking sought.

 

She moved around his bulkiness with brio and pizzazz

convincing him to dance with her a tango por amor,

a man of gallantry who learned its steps in Alcatraz

began to twirl with elegance upon the marble floor.

 

The apple pies were resting on the kitchen wooden board,

so, every time he started to express his loving quotes

she stuffed his mouth with tasteful chunks, he certainly adored,

and both gyrated in the air with donkeys, pigs and goats.

 

So, dancing carelessly, the man betrampled on her toes

while she was holding in her teeth a crimson Spanish rose.

 

2015/10/01

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