He was big and fat, sweaty and hairy
Not the kind of guy I’d want to marry
but when he danced, so light on his feet
watching him move was really a treat
He would wiggle and giggle, not noticing the jiggle
of his oversized belly, that missed the signal
while this man danced to the spirited band
twirling like a dervish not wanting to land
Joy filled his soul, it showed on his face
No other dancers could keep to his pace
When the music ended and he came to a stop
my thoughts were so different – I thought he was tops
He didn’t look big and fat; sweaty and hairy
He looked quite fun, joyful and merry.
Ashamed of my thoughts about this great man
Have I other past judgements that should not stand?