Wallflowers' Lament
We’d love to join the dancing
We sit here in the hall
Hoping for opportunity
To listen to the call
Cinderella springs to mind
We’re sitting backs-to-wall
No fairy god-ma visits us
To help us join the ball
No dashing tall Prince Charming
Comes asking for the chance
Of a pleasurable experience
In the approaching dance
We’re all lacking partners
Of one kind or another
Even a distant cousin
Or a mother’s brother
It’s not that we have been remiss
Or even downright careless
Fate decrees we have no beau
Handsome, short or hairless
But we become invisible
As we watch the forming square
No one wants to partner us
No one seems to care
But if a set is lacking
Then we spring to view
We at last are needed
It’s you and you and you!
It might be dancing as a man
Confusing for the set
(I’m thinking of a sex change,
But it hasn’t happened yet)
Perhaps some wife is tired
Or has a poorly toe
Where does hubby bee-line for?
The wistful wallflower row
Wallflowers feel just second rate
But spare a thought, please do
For sitting in that flower bed
It might one day be you!