Ode to a Neophyte Tango Dancer My patience is inf’nite             When my partner is cute For I play on her             As a lascivious lute. I practice my fingering,             Explore every strut, I harp every string             And try every cut. Your fumbling tango,             Your pretty mistakes Are but the sweet graces             Thy beauty dictates. Your weight on the wrong foot             A happy surprise For which I invent             A cunning reprise So be not afraid             To dance with me, sweet For dainty and soft             Are thy misplaced feet: Divinely wrought             In leather and lace Reflecting the loveliness             Beheld in your face.