She Was Poor
She was poor, a serious lack of finance
But she loved that dress all in pink
And all she wanted to do was to dance
Skate and dance at the Ice Rink.
She knew she could do it, she just knew
It as if she was built with wings to fly
She’d show them what she could do
If only she had the opportunity to try.
She returned home with tears in her eye
Who could she ask for help and persuade
She went to sleep with a very deep sigh
Dreaming of dancing on a nice shiny blade.
The new morning came and it came with news
She had been sent a parcel, a large one at that
She scrambled to open it, could it be new shoes
Or was it a big box for a rather large hat?
No it wasn’t – it contained a pair of blades
For dancing at the local ice rink
She put them on before her dream fades
And imagined she had that dress in pink.