Today was no ballet,
sure, people say "no picnic"
but, I prefer "no ballet".
After all why compare a day to a picnic?
Picnics are, well, middling.
Some outstanding (with champagne)
Some poor, with floppy cheese sandwiches.
Some, just sitting in a field with a damp ****.
So, today was no ballet.
I didn't shout "hooray"
I didn't wear fancy lingerie
I didn't eat at an avant-garde cafe
I didn't write a masterpiece,
an overture or paint a masterful stroke.
So, all in all, today was passé,
definitely no ballet.