A Wallflower’s Lament

In all the moments fraught with chance,

I heard the music as it played;

I wish just once I could have danced,

But I was always



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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

10 thoughts on “A Wallflower’s Lament”

  1. Dancing was the easiest part of the ritual for girls, and the most dreaded for the boys.

  2. Not being asked to dance was a passive rejection for girls. But nothing compared to the aggressive rejection of being turned down for boys.

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