THE SUGAR BOWL

On a far away  British Colony

                  there was a gay bar tucked away

                       up a side street

It enjoyed  a modest but dubious reputation

                       as the owner was known as Sugar

I was intrigued to visit  and witness

                        events there

It was said that Sugar a middle aged man

                        danced on the tables

                             to the delight of the clientele

One evening I entered its portals 

                         to find it full of men drinking

A juke box graced the corner

                         and blared out the latest music

With drink in hand and gently flirting

                         a voice shrieked   " It ´s Sugar"

Dressed in an outrageous costume

                         with matching accesories 

                                and castanettes in both hands

Sugar leaped onto a nearby table

                          the juke box was silenced

Dramatic Flamenco music 

                          filled the room

Sugar with castanettes clicking 

                          and feet stamping 

Began his extraordinary 

                         dance routine

He dripped with perspiration  

                         as the tempo increased

He wore a serious 

                         expression on his face

Arms outstretched 

                         wearing tight fitting pants

                                    a blouse with leg o mutton sleves

He gave the performance his all

Cheered on by his customers 

                           he swirled and danced with glee

Yells and shouts for more 

                            pervaded the bar

                                 as Sugar bowed and made his final exit

He performed every night of the week

                             except for Sunday

                                  when he was a voluntary hospital orderly

They said he was gay

              I thought so too