Ode To The Dancer

[singerboy]

Ode to the Dancer

Amazement can only express
How I feel when I look at you.
Your twists and turns are made to impress
And your moves are as fresh as the morning dew.

I hate you
I loathe the movements you do in time
Because those are things I can never do.
And for that I mock you with rhyme.

You move with such grace
That I am forced to stare,
Although I sometimes wish you’d fall on your face.
It’s getting to the point where I don’t care.

I wish I could be like you,
This dancer who moves so swift.
But there’s nothing I can do,
Because these two left feet were God’s gift.

So, my dancer, I’ll try to accept you.
I’ll attempt to understand your twists and turns,
But I will not try to do the things you do.
For if I do, you’ll be the one doing the burns.