I hear the patter
Of a prancer,
Held the devil
Playing dancer,
On the floor
Upstairs,
Came from hell
Just to frolic,
In a manner
Casts a spell,
Her intention
Guised to prance
Impishly carefree,
Issues to imbue
In a rhythm
Off the wall,
That conforms
To a voodoo
In an eerie storm,
She infernally performs
On the floor upstairs!
I hear the footsteps as we speak… 😉
My second winter in Vence on la Côte d’Azur, and that devil woman in the upstairs apartment had a mean beat. Jean-Jacques