To Dance

I’m game to try it…

I always wished that I could dance.
It really irritates me
How stupid I look doing it
Because my body hates me

It won’t do what I tell it to;
I call but it won’t answer.
Of course, I married somebody
Who used to be a dancer

I’m game to try it, though, in spite
Of being kind of spastic:
But if I could be good at it?
Now that
Would be
Fantastic

(..)

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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