Enters the room
All eyes on he, as hungry as a killer bee
The room quiet, he not able to bear
Numb, but the music starts
Dancing, swaying, spin, frolic, around all par
However wobbly a mishap
Chatter and laughter
Ate away his soul
Unable to bear, he fell
A hard fall he had
As he lay there,
Remembered dear Mumzy's words:
"Torment helps recover the weak"