Eighth Grade Dance
Henry was hopping around on a foot or three
we all laughed at him not realizing
he was grabbing the girls attention
We were in eighth grade
all we cared about was our height
None of us was half as tall as the girls
I finally figured it out why Henry was a clown
he was gyrating like a top
flinging them here and there
we took his leftovers gladly
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