Adorned in odd habiliments,
These men walk to the ball.
They stride with ease and no laments,
Into the party hall.

They speak so calm , so as to please,
All those who dance the floor.
Oh, yes they are -not just a tease,
To guys and gals galore.

But be on guard before you’re fooled,
And jumbled to their traps.
They flare you up and then let cooled,
It gets you into scraps.

So guys beware and girls take heed,
Of roles these mummers play.
They’d be like friends who takes the lead,
But never will they stay.

Coz' all they’ve got are fake facades,
Of who they really are.
They’re in disguise- folks bearing gauds,
With motives black as tar.

And if you’re smart you’ll know that this,
is euphemism for:
Those people who when you’re in bliss,
Will shove you out the door.