A Dancer Who Danced Himself Lame
There once was a dancer who danced himself lame
For a sculpture, he thought was a dame
He turned up his smile
And spoke without guile
Tickled the rhythm and thought it was fame
Copyright © Bulinya Martins | Year Posted 2012
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