Rumba

Quick. Quick. Slow,

On the dance floor.

An oil drum in between,

Imagined as if seen.

Drag your feet and pause,

To beats and don't get lost!

Giving or making a turn,

Are things you have to learn!

A frame that cuts across,

At the end of a rumba box,

Is named a cross body lead,

A hard one - or so it seems!

Cross your foot on the floor,

Going in rounds of three or more,

But stop at two times three,

And resume the beginning piece!

To break from the box we got,

A pattern of open walks,

One in set of three,

Another beats my memory!