Yes, everyone knows of the reindeer that fly
Guiding dear Santa through Christmas Eve sky
What of one who waits
One who anticipates
What of the understudy
No one even knows his name
His heart is always broken
No one really is to blame
He longs to fly with Santa
And he’s ready to compete
Yet he feels underrated
A “Rockette” with two left feet
Yes, he’s the understudy
“Swiffer” is how he is called
Instead of Christmas flying
Dusting is what has him stalled
His name, it has been trademarked
And he’s mighty rich to boot
He’d rather empty pockets
Just to wear a Santa suit
Next time you think of Rudolph
Just remember Swiffer’s name
One day he might be flying
Understudy is his game
I dance the dance of life
kicking my feet high like a Rockette
others get out of my way
except my dogs
they are all about being under me
they do not hesitate to get in between my legs
and raise their heads
it is not uncomfortable any more
I am used to it
Knowing I cannot hold back I do not try
Flailing my arms and legs, in a prancing sort of way
I am a spinning unicorn, alive and enthusiastic.
Others might be looking, or not
I dance to my own melody; loudly and proudly.
Dance someone yells; some weird stranger.
I immediately stop dancing; their command is annoying.
Will I dance again? Yes, but not here, certainly.
I dance for no one but myself.
I run from this instigator, irritated.
Alone in my home I gyrate faster than a spastic top
Spinning and kicking like a Rockette of the fifties.
My cat and dog huddle in the corner, fearful.
They recognize this dancing maniac,
I am the tornado of me.
~*~*~*~
A ROCKETTE
Of course, I always wanted to be.
With tanned long legs, so heavenly.
To be on stage, with wild headdresses,
And to have a lover waiting for me
with flowers and warm caresses.
Costumes are grand, lovely things,
And music makes my soul ring.
At night, now, with the stars all aglow.
In my beautiful dreams,
I am a Rockette, the hit of the show!
1/21/2021
Rockettte Dancers Perform in NYC
Radio City Music Hall
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Oh my sweetie is a cutie,
All she needs do is shake her bootie,
But what makes me want to hoo-tee,
Is when she's a dancing nudie.
Oh, she always is in fashion,
A rockette when she has her boots on,
But what really wakes my passion,
Is when her lower parts are flashin.’
When she is near the world’s on mute,
To say that she’s loved would be astute,
No law degree from institute,
Required to know her case is moot.
No court on earth could ascribe blame,
Ever cast dispersion on her name,
A joke, the finger bone of shame…
Our three year old just enjoys her fame.