When you have forgotten your dancing shoes,
Just dance anyway for it is not the shoes,
But the body that needs to know the moves.
It wants to learn to balance on one leg,
And swing the heap up and stretch the
Other in the way of some ballerina for
It once tap danced and the staccato,
It made annoyed everyone for they could,
Hear the beats on the floor and knew a
Mediocre is a mediocre no matter how,
Fast they tap. Wear no shoes and,
Nobody hears your moves but your muscles.
Swing and turn the same way yesterday's
Class deemed you do. The dance teacher,
Will know from your weight if excuses of
Dancing shoes are genuine for you will,
Be weighed on the scale and you will,
Not make the mark. They say they dance,
Better who dance always for the dance
Moves get etched on their bodies,
You will learn that it is the number,
Of attempts that perfect the game,
And not the garb.
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