Salsa Sally

My Salsa instructor Sally,
brims with grace and style;
She flexes and twists, like a vertical snake,
and flows like a river fragile.

Struggling to follow her gyrations,
I’m decrepit with wear and tear,
Like a block of wood I move,
I’m a pathetic shuffling bear.

So what? a voice consoles,
you’re educated, even bright.
You may be clumsy, a dancer sans clue,
But you have brains, you’re erudite.

And she? the voice continues,
possibly a failed student affair.
She may be a danseuse lithe,
She is but shallow with a brain full of air.

Until the day I saw her name,
headlined in the morning paper,
Dr Sally Hasburg, Professor of Physics,
prize winning Salsa dancer.