DANCING WITH THE STARS
(c) Shelley Hansen 10/11/21
Reality TV shows often bore me, I confess.
It's more about the conflict than the skills they may possess.
I don't care much for gossip or opinions they may air -
I've had more fun while vacuuming, or in the dentist's chair!
There's just one show that bucks the trend - or so it seems to be -
that's Dancing with the Stars - and so it still appeals to me.
The syncopated cha-cha blends with rhumba's stately air,
the tango of the compadron, and paso-doble's flair.
They're dressed in black tuxedos (or in jeans to rock the jive).
The dance of passion smoulders, and ambition is alive.
They navigate the quickstep and the samba's saucy sway.
The slow-slow-quick-quick foxtrot is a challenge (so they say).
Some sets are built with champagne towers - others seem to glow
with echoes of Vienna in the days of long ago.
Like disco-dancing droplets, some arrangements seem to ring
with music of the future that is synchronised in swing.
Celebrities return for weeks, until the final two
compete to claim the trophy, with commitment shining through.
A fleeting thought impels me to rise up and join the beat ...
but no! I think I'll cheer them from the comfort of my seat!
