Sunday, 13 March 2011

Pan Waltz

She was spooned out of her comfort zone and thrown on to the steaming hot dance floor.

She sputtered and stuttered and sizzled on her feet. And then the broad shouldered yeast lord slithered in.

Together, they swooned and pirouetted in perfect circles.

Complicated footwork followed suit.

He dragged along, but she was light, light, light.

I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.


  1. ok - you write brilliant. so i will stop saying that.

    but the more important point being - you didnt take me dancing!! :(

  2. Whaaaaaaaa!! You're the jiving guru, and you're complaining?
    I should be the one throwing tantrums here! :X:X

  3. Only Margarine
    Very well written