Gold Rings On Her Fingers And Silver Bells On Her Toes Poem by Shaun Cronick

Gold rings on her fingers,
And silver bells on her toes.
She's a must see attraction,
At travelling carnival shows.

Her name is Mystery,
A Romany gypsy by birth.
Her beauty men talk of,
This woman of the earth.

A dancer like no other,
An enchanted stand alone.
She's one of a kind,
The best ever known.

She'll dance for hours,
For no extra cost.
Soothing men's burdens.
So aiding those lost.

She'll up her tempo,
Never misses a beat
As her body gyrates,
From her head to feet.

Men travel many miles,
To witness her show,
All leave contented,
Their faces aglow.

Each one held spellbound,
Every one so entertained.
For Mystery's dance gift,
Can never be chained.

It runs in her family,
And not by mere chance.
Like her mother before her,
Their shared gift of dance.

Gold rings on her fingers,
And silver bells on her toes.
Be captivated by Mystery,
As her legend grows.