Not What You Can, But What You Want To

Pretending to be someone, Something, which in actuality, she was not. Just her rotten luck, When red handed- she used to get caught. An 'evil dancer', as she was called, Jingles thus compelling her to perform the same. Preoccupied in her own way of prancing- The main element of her gaining fame. Struggles with knives and veggies, Tussles o'er preparing a soup; When all her efforts failed, There ended up all the peels in a loop. Picking up a pen, grabbing a sheet, She therefore decided to change the humankind. Sounds of snores with everything messed up, On enquiring, this is what we find! "Engrossed in pretending"- as many people would say, 'A trial of new things'- I really feel; Not something she could, but something she wanted to, Thankfully, not like the rotating wheel! People, laughing? Did she even bother to care? While herself laughing them off, It's a courageous act- though rare!