We met by the pond,
frozen which was nice.
The full moon light,
the surface of the ice.
Our hearts skipped a beat,
as we ran upon the ice.
It moaned beneath our feet,
the moonlight made it nice.
I thought I'd make my move,
she was very very nice.
I put my hands back in my pockets,
I could see I was dancing on thin ice.
David Darbyshire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-on-thin-ice/
