The Prom
The big day arrived and no date for the prom.
My fairy godmother came to my rescue;
A cool suit, stylish haircut so I wouldn't boom,
I was the hit of the prom I can tell you.
I walked across the dance floor and every girl
Hypnotized with my smile and improved hip hop moves.
Their heads in a whirl and their toes in a curl
They were all dancing to the latest smooth grooves.
11/9/2021
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