Whirlpooling around the matter.

As noise levels rise
She pirouettes and fumbles.
Amidst confusion and chaos
She mumbles incoherence.
When the going gets tough
She resorts to mimic
Coupled with boredom
She adds a little tune.
Humming the song
She hopes we all know
The hint of an idea
She lilts across the floor
In vain she grins
Her intention hesitant
Unsure of the repercussions
She pirouettes home once more.
         --Shivangi Vyasulu