Belle Of The Ball Poems - Poems about Belle Of The Ball

A flamingo asked a fer-de-lance To be his date to a high school dance. "Oh, you don't want to go with me. I've neither arms nor legs, you see." "No problem there", flamingo said, "You can still play the perfect role. We'll enter the limbo contest, And you can be the pole!"...

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Mildred sat in her rocking chair The setting sun highlighting her silver hair Reflecting on her many, many years Her eyes glistened with joyful tears All the times both good and bad And how she missed her husband Brad They had been to such great places She tried to remember people’s faces Her mind had begun to slip a bit But her dancing feet...

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Note: This is a long one. Just a warning before you start reading. : ) Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment Cut from a sack of a barley oat bale Oh how she dreamed of the opulent palace Silver and gold and the finest...

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My Christmas tree in sparkling dress stands in my window to impress. She smiles at all the passersby. She waves hello. She is not shy. She winks at all the trees she sees in nearby houses on the street. She seems to shiver with delight counting the minutes till midnight. For one late hour wakened from sleep through the dark house on slippered...

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Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment Cut from a sack of a barley oat bale Oh how she dreamed of the opulent palace Silver and gold and the finest of lace Gowns made of velvet with ribbons of satin She spun around with a smile on...

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my new peach dress so fastidiously pressed in hope that a man will seek to caress Strauss’s Blue Danube calls reverberates through halls streaming from Michelangelo walls coy ladies smile bright eyes beguile captivating men’s attention for a while as gentlemen twirl them I, a lone femme feel humbled, an unwanted gem but wait a princely man approaches with rapid gait pounding of my heart will not abate laughter...

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My dress is made of fine peach coloured lace Hair is in ringlets, which frames my pretty face The lights in the room cast a romantic glow My first ever ball; I must go with the flow The orchestra strikes up a wonderful tune Ladies and gentlemen glide round the room I stand on the sidelines I am oh so very...

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