Me And Thirty Old Girls

Approximately thirty old girls and I

have signed up for senior line dancing.

Somebody here is remarkable.

And I know who it is, my wife—

the only one who could drag a man

to line dancing Tuesdays at 2 P.M.

But perhaps there is more to it than this.

Maybe I’m nurturing my feminine side,

for the fact is, I enjoy it.

But mainly it’s my masculine side,

in love with one of those thirty old girls,

who asked for this as a Christmas present,

And doubtless knew I would like it too.