A Dance

I was quite young,
perhaps still a teen.
I went to a dance;
a high school one I mean.
I was Stag or Solo,
our friends would say,
I had no date
on this late Fall day.
The Boys were all
along the side wall
And Girls, sitting , on a chair.
The music started
or began to play,
when the Boys
started their foray
To the other side of the room
and ask a Girl, who was
sitting quite still.
"Would you care to dance?"
If yes, came from her mouth,
then to the dance floor you went.
If, no was the answer
you walked back in shame
as once again, "Shot down aflame."