Short Leotards Poems

full-length leotards 
and peppermint atmosphere —
reflecting red mirrors

12/2/2018...

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I go to the gym
    so I can fit in
  the pants I bought last year

  Though I must admit
    it's nice to sit
  and study the leotards there...

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He’s bringing all his toys out in the yard;
He’s come to dig and cut and chop and play.
Except those smashing Spidey leotards:
He’ll save them for a rainy, inside day....

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An all day breakfast is quite popular these days
That's for me, an egg lover since I took up ballet
Graceful in leotards
People paid big dollars
To see this amazing creature, they threw pretty bouquets...

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Harlots on Harleys
Barbies on broomsticks
Midgets on widgets
Buddha on Broadway

Leaders in leotards
Players in playpens
Twinkies in Slinkies
Christ in Cabaret

Temptation of teddies
Tyranny of toupees
Ecstasy of ecstasy
Yahoo of Yahweh 

Widows with whiskey
Yoda with yen
Saviors with favors
Zeros with Zen...

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BALLET DANCERS AT THE MUSIC SCHOOL

Like a field of mountain flowers
Arching    bending    tip-toeing
The music?
A wonderful waltz
By Tschaikowsky
The girls
So slender
So light
Expressionless and swift

But then!
Laughing
Dash into the hallway
Costumes
Green    red    yellow
Bright white
I smile with
Mild delight

AT ONCE!
A tall    green weed
Chewing gum
Glares
Clear through me
“Get lost    PUNK!”
They bang the door
Fill the air with
Their sweaty leotards
Swan Lake continues...

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The tiny ballerina
Was as pretty as a rose 
She was quite a sight to see 
As she danced upon her toes
 
Pink leotards she wore 
With a white ruffled belt of lace 
A natural looking beauty 
With a blush put on her face
 
She was glamorous and elegant 
When she twisted and she twirled 
She wore a shapely figure 
And her hair was long and curled
 
I watched her in awe 
She was slim and she was meek 
Jewelry box music... she danced to
I smiled...from cheek to cheek...

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For this term they're in lavender,
Though last year it was pink.
The little ballerinas 
Grow up quicker than you'd think.

They line up in their leotards
With energy to burn
And follow their instructor 
As they run and leap and turn.

Each week they gather in a group,
Too young for mean girl cliques
But likely that will change 
When personalities won't mix.

For now, though, they're a happy bunch,
So innocent and sweet,
And watching them cavort
In ballet slippers is a treat....

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