I have always known that May Poles existed.
Obviously, I knew that they were a ‘thing,’
that hippies happily danced around them,
whilst twirling bits of coloured string,
but I never understood a May Pole’s majesty,
until the coronation of the king.
At first, the lines were jumbled about,
Criss-crossing, into a hopeless mess,
Until a signal came to ‘work it out,’
Though, how it was done, I can only guess.
The lines were all freed and due order, restored.
So, the May Pole Dance is a metaphor!
Life is a procession of events, gone wrong,
of finding new friends, but avoiding some,
of enjoying our time with a dance and a song,
getting all tangled up as problems come,
before unravelling and, joyfully, untangling,
dancing right back, to where we started from!
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