by Vicki Niedzielska

Created on: August 12, 2008

Oh, I wish I were born to dance
To look elegant as I prance
Around the floor with legs flying
All the handsome men are vying
To take their place right next to me
But, alas, it is not meant to be

Some people were born with rhythm
But I know I am not one of em
So I accept my fate with a sigh
Take my seat and watch others glide by
My talent is not to beguile
With fancy steps and wistful smile

But Oh how I wish I were born to dance
To impress with my elegant prance
I am better at making these rhymes
Which is all well and good most times
But on a Saturday night it can't compete
With a girl who is light on her feet

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