They twisted and twirled
On their aching feet,
Creating a beautiful scenery,
While their muscles
Screamed in protest at the movements;
They flexed and stretched
Their bruised limbs,
Bringing tears to the eyes of their audience,
While their spines
Refused to bend any father;
They contorted and deformed
Their tired bodies,
The spectators all in awe,
While their dance
Came to it's final end
And they're legs gave way beneath them
And they fell to the floor
And pretended that they did not feel a thing.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
They twisted and twirled
On their aching feet,
Creating a beautiful scenery,
While their muscles
Screamed in protest at the movements;
They flexed and stretched
Their bruised limbs,
Bringing tears to the eyes of their audience,
While their spines
Refused to bend any father;
They contorted and deformed
Their tired bodies,
The spectators all in awe,
While their dance
Came to it's final end
And they're legs gave way beneath them
And they fell to the floor
And pretended that they did not feel a thing.
