Born To Dance

I danced a dance, not danced before, the masses beamed in admiration. Flames of passion slid along the dance floor, as my body floated like a possessed butterfly. But the gingerbread people, old, fat and fickle, pointed fingers asking for me to dance no more! Their envious eyes burned with jealousy, as they were incapable of coping with my fire. Afraid I would pour hot water on them, they began to shun me against the masses. The ignorant followed suit, but the dancers knew better. Hypocritical gingerbread people then began to dance, their moves had no co-ordination, no rhythm, it was sadly a pathetic display of imbecilic prancing! The masses laughed and mocked, poor hypocrites, crumbling gingerbread', crumbled into pieces, their taste so sour, crowds puked with antipathy! Hypocrites still try to dance today, guess practice makes perfect - right? I continue to dance my dance, in a rainbow of styles, bringing delight. When you are born to dance, the heart will make those feet move!!