The dance it should have been over,
the evening should have been at an end.
All the fancy go-getters,
should have left by then.
No one could unglue their seat,
they were as much stuck.
The ladies cooed and awed,
searching for such lovestruck.
The ball rang on, passed its time,
the hearts were all amused.
Twill and fine, quite divine,
the lingering beauties mused.