She was born in Missouri
And danced her way to glory
From chorus girl to ballet
Hers was a true story
Then Mr DeMille changed her name
It was how she found fame
By dancing to the tune
Debussy's 'Clair de Lune'
She would perform peek a boo
It was what she'd love to do
And whilst on the stage
With the audience she'd engage
By waving two ostrich fans
Using both of her hands
As she twirled and swooped
All the men's eyes looked
It was a real extravaganza
Seeing a proper fan dancer
Who was the toast of the land
And her name was Sally Rand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Obviously a fine, attractive dancer-performer of her time. I like your use of heroic couplets too.