The Dancer
Ever since I was just a tiny girl,
I have really wished to dance and twirl;
at five years old I did ballet,
and off the dance floor I would stray;
but I sure was pretty when I would whirl.
I did lots of falling down and stumbling,
and could sure keep the audience laughing;
it was clear I had no talent,
but I was a spud deviant;
so next came jazz- I was great at hopping.
I loved it but was never very good,
the years have passed and I have left girlhood;
along the way I found Hip Hop,
and on the stage I still flip-flop;
crash, OUCH- never to be my livelihood.
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February 24, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/The Dancer
Copyright Protected, ID 9980-01-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
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