Feet that dance
Awhile,
Perchance
Provide surcease
A kind of peace.
But romance Is not my style.

The painted smile
May for a time beguile.
A fleeting kiss.
A kind of bliss
But romance is not my style.

Lovers may dally
In verdant valley
While
I love’s cost tally.
But romance is not my style.

Would that I could resile
The made up face
The silk
And lace.
But romance is not my style.