The last I remembered was you were convincing me over “Trust me you can dance”.
I blinked a moment and flicked the thought of radiance.
As I was stirring the the lashes the floor was full of ashes.
Here I thought and here I said Ppphhheeewwwwww.
The blow raised the confidence and the sip was the exponent to the two.
The glasses nicely managed their trail and a vibration notified me about the mail.
I thought ma hands were much more busy to raise the toast
So I slid it back to its origin which was the imp most.
Then the fumbling of feet creates an illusion
They thought that was my rhythm while I was settling the fusion.
That’s how ma lady Miss. Smirnoff convinced me.