Do or DareA Poem by David Lewis PagetI watched her dance with her bright red crop At a party of Do or Dare, Strutting her stuff on a table top I knew I could have her there. For she mouthed at me, ‘You’re the only one,’ As she stripped right down to the buff, I mouthed, ‘You’re on,’ but she still danced on I’d never have seen enough. While all the others would reach and grope I stood well back and I stared, She tipped champagne all over their heads All over the ones that dared, She fell down into my open arms Once she had finished her dance, While Emma Lou took her place up there, But I’d found a new romance. I’d gone to the party for Emma Lou Who’d wanted to meet me there, She’d said, ‘I feel like taking a chance, The party’s a Do or Dare.’ We’d only dated a month or two But that hadn’t got too far, We’d gone for drinks at the Seven Links And necked in the back of the car. But Carla Deane was a ginger dream For flames had danced in her hair, The prettiest body I’d ever seen, I knew she wanted to share, For in my arms I could feel her charms And she raised her lips for a kiss, Her silken skin promised treats within And who was I to resist? She dressed again, it was almost ten When she took me home to her flat, And poured a couple of highballs, then She suddenly said, ‘That’s that!’ It seems her wager with Emma Lou Said she could steal me away, If she could, anyone else could too, She didn’t intend to play. I felt like the dog with a juicy bone Stood staring into a stream, And seeing my own reflection there I’d dropped the bone for a dream. For Emma Lou never came to call The bone I’d managed to drop For one swept over a waterfall Who’d danced on a table top. David Lewis Paget
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