Dancing

One, two, three, four

 

I'm not bothered any more

 

Five, six, seven, eight

 

So you just want to be my 'mate'?

 

Twirl around, tap and twist

 

You so will not be sorely missed

 

Step left and right, look up and down

 

I'm moving to a brand-new town

 

Handstand, cartwheel, and french-fry

 

It's time now to exclaim

"Good-bye!"

Author's Note

A french-fry is a hand-stand kicking and you slowly arch over backwards. When you are in a bridge you kick back to standing. It's cool to watch.

Reviews

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I like this poem, because I can relate to it, in that dance often takes away the pain of your problems, and gives you a chance to express yourself in a way words never could.