Best Leotard Poems

                       Every day with practice in tights and leotard
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Tasty food passes my lips
Fat begins to show
Settling on my bum and hips
I am feeling low

Heading out towards the gym
Exercising hard
Work out done – I look so slim
In my leotard!

04~09~15

Contest: Andrea Dietrich Have you tried a 7/5 trochee?
~awarded 5th place~...

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Time to head off to the gym, for my daily work out session
Tummy bulging, thighs are wobbling, my body is in regression
Once I was toned and oh so slim
But the lure of sweets just sucked me in
Chocolate and biscuits are my downfall
A bag of ‘Minstrels’...

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Gracefully gliding, reaching you in sky,
Chasing all notes on air in sublime rhyme,
With shining leotard, my wish is to fly.

I feel every rhythm from time to time,
The sweet smiles lift every spirit so high, 
My magic fingers draw a paradigm.

Tiptoeing on the ice, so cold...

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__HAIKU  SLAM__
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((**HAIKU GYM**))

~Haiku press~
one sweaty work out
spot me, and count 5-7-5
dumbbells all around

~ Sweat Garden~
drench of human lawn
leotard planting between
dew drops under chin

~Listen To Your Heart~
Wink of a smile
Healthy news, swallow up blues
Kellogg's Raisin Bran 
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((**SWAT TEAM**))

~10 commandments~
Haiku me and you
So much for the...

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You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is essential
To build it up very gradually
So for the first week
I am watching sport on TV

You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is essential
To build it up very...

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My doctor says I’m overweight,
I’m in the orange band,
To make it to the yellow zone
I’ll need a helping hand.

So he’s cancelled Sunday breakfast
And sworn me off scotch eggs,
He’s drained my car of petrol
Chuckling ‘Learn to use your legs!’

But I don’t really buy it.
There’s alternatives to...

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Listen to the school bell
Ring 
Distant plaintive 
Wail

Beyond anything the mind can 
Comprehend

And return to a deserted field 
Where spirited girls and boys
Once played

Before 
Becoming mature
Women and men

When I hear the laughter
Childish screams
And ghostly
Cheers

I can feel a world at 
Peace
Overcoming my 
Fears

Of a future without...

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I know the five positions
(In ballet – don’t get all hot!)
Plus plie and pirouette
But all the rest I plum forgot.

I didn’t have a tutu
But a leotard? Perhaps.
My memory is dimming
And I’m left with just the scraps.

Most likely, I attended
Very briefly, very young,
So a few balletic...

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A translucent but lucid idea is best held by a pea in a pod. A pea in a pod is protected whilst in the pod but shelling the peas means that the pea would then be subject to much misery. One might call it freedom...

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Superman was feeling mighty uptight
So he went out for a long midnight flight
   Spotted two teens making love
   Shut his eyes tight as a glove
But his blue leotard turned hard, alright...

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I watched her as she danced
her entire body
ached with artistic beliefs 
and organised thoughts
fractals of light
shone
through the bottom seam of the tutu
as she looked down at her pointe-shoed 
feet
she adjusted the edge of her tutu,
the part attached to the leotard
pulling it tighter before the next...

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I walk into the AYA studio, apprehensive as I have never taken a dance class.
"Come on it!" Suzette, our dance master says. On the wall behind her there is a giant Moose wearing a pink bow, and pantaloons. A cartoon moose, and behind the moose...

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“Is Fashion Modern?” MOMA* asks
And so, in its new show,
The items on display are there
To let us know it’s so.

A pair of Levi’s, baseball caps,
Bikinis and berets,
A Wonderbra, dashikis, kilts
And suits from prior days.

A Rolex watch, Adidas, Nikes,
Mao jackets, too,
A leotard by Danskin,
Polo shirts (but...

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Commingled human sweat permeates the atmosphere.
Grunts and clanging iron greet the ear.
Leotard clad women, without body fat, spring.
Pumped up upper bodies of tattooed men expand.

The smoothie bar dispenses recovery drinks.
Stationary bicycles travel miles, without leaving the room.
Joggers hypnotized by music turn treadmills.
The pulleys of the...

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