It Must Be The Shoes
It Must Be The Shoes, it must be the floor.
I'm at the audition and enter the door.
I think I'm to small, but I'll wear my flats
so I won't fall.
I'm dancing Center Stage. Pirouettes make me crash into others,
this sends them into a rage.
I should know my stage directions.
Move downstage toward the Mic, I better figure out my left from my right.
I pulled my hair back and wore my best tights. Point your toes dancers!
This is going to be a long night. I warmed up at home and stayed focused
on the way. I got new Head Shots, but I forgot them today.
Look at my extension. See how high I can leap.
Now just keep smiling and land on the beat.
I can't believe how I'm perspiring. They announce that there will only
be one that they will be hiring.
Sequins, feathers and G strings too,
if I get this job, You won't hear me complaining
IT MUST BE THE SHOES!
Copyright © Scott Nicholls | Year Posted 2021
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment