Mona

Your smile's a prance, no fear of being caught, over smart tongued chat, take all the bean counters, you show around the course, make them turn around, wounds that you’ve lanced, singing yourself hoarse, let others call it balance, when they seem to rant, show how you to go taut, give some glib answer, hold your nerve and ask, is this what they're taught, by rich happenstance, forget the missed chances, work out the score, wheel it to the chaps, sip vodka from a flask, those who are caught, always want your glance, their eyes frozen.