A good friend of mine had fun under the influence of a hypnotists some time ago. Apparently her Irish dancing was something to behold. I think ChatGPT may have been there to witness the event!!
Her feet were light as feathers,
As she danced across the floor,
In a hypnotic trance she swayed,
Her body moved as if in lore.
With every step she took,
Her body swayed with ease,
As if she had danced this way before,
With every move a breeze.
The music of the hypnotist’s voice,
Echoed through her every step,
And with each beat, she twirled and spun,
Her hypnotic state, a secret kept.
Her eyes were closed, her mind was free,
As she danced with pure delight,
Her body moved with perfect grace,
In a trance, she shone so bright.
And though the night was long and wild,
And the music faded away,
Her hypnotic state remained,
A tribute to her trance’s sway.
So here’s to you, dear friend,
With your hypnotic dancing feet,
May you always dance with joy and freedom,
A hypnotic rhythm that can’t be beat.
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