Belly Dance
Belly Dance
| She dances 'round in beguiling waves |
| Puts rich, fat gents into enraptured fear |
| While grandwomen bicker down in their graves |
| Her belly twinkles and winks so queer |
| Their wagging tongues led by a nose |
| Like frogs and dogs and lecher peeks |
| Her frenzied sway and wanton toes |
| Den mothers hide their ruby cheeks |
| The wives' and aunts' attack prepared |
| To break her spell; to put her down |
| She opens wide, her wee teeth bared |
| A giggle afore that bedtime frown |
| While uncles' banter is cause to mull |
| 'Tis clear, a baby's grin is never dull |
©Chikara 1995
