Patent Leather Shoes Dance My Song

Patent leather shoes dance my song They hop and skip, and slide against the sidewalk I do not care about the cracks or breaking backs. I am Ginger Rogers, tap tap tap Fred Astaire is astounded at my dancing prowess I twirl. I whirl. I am living the 1950's famous dancer duo's life I am Ginger and I am Fred. I am whirling and twirling my happiness. "GET IN HERE IMMEDIATELY!" It is my mother's voice. My heart begins beating double time. I check myself as I walk. My dress is still clean. My long curls have not been completely shaken lose Then I notice all the wet grey speckles on my brand new lacy socks Uh-oh. Sunday School starts in ten minutes And now my twin will be the pretty one. I will have to wear the plain socks without the lace I can tell by my prissy mother's face That she was not as taken with my Whirlish dervish mud puddle dancing I stick my tongue out at my more-like-Judy-Garland face after I change into the horrid plain socks Not dancing now All whirly-twirly gone. Died a natural death Sunday school Damn Place of Shame