It was in France.
I saw a dance.
It depicted a romance.
It was a delightful stance.
It was a sprightly advance.
It instigated a trance.
The episodes were enhancing.
The movements were scintillating.
The music was capturing.
The presentation was engulfing.
On the whole it was vivaciously charming.
Round and round the danseuse moved in a whirl.
Round and round the music filled in a swirl.
Round and round the expressions gathered in a curl.
Round and round the scenes changed in a furl.
Round and round the drummers beat in a hurl.
It was a recital very engaging.
It was a concert very enlivening.
It was an experience absolutely enthralling.
It released a significant nostalgic feeling.
On the whole it was overwhelmingly amazing.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “A Dance In France.”
Sounds like a lovely event.