|Posted by firstname.lastname@example.org on July 1, 2013 at 4:45 PM|
by Charles Osgood 1986; Modified by L. Thompson 2012
There once was a pretty good dancer
Who attended a pretty good class,
And was taught by a pretty good teacher
Who always let pretty good pass.
She wasn’t terrific at shimmies
Her moves were too fast during slow.
But for her, belly dancing was leading
Down a pretty good, colorful road.
She didn’t find drilling exciting,
She at least thought about dance every day.
And she did have some trouble with leading
‘Cause her head kept getting in the way.
When doing the pivot bump/choo choo,
Her form was usually okay.
Her elbows weren’t always lifted,
And sometimes she turned the wrong way.
So often out of position,
She found that improv could be tough,
And she soon had a sneaking suspicion
Pretty good might not be good enough.
The pretty good troupe that she danced with
Performed at parks and on stage.
Their costumes were ethnic and tribal
ATS was the latest dance craze.
They danced at some pretty good venues
And always performed pretty well.
That they might not have practiced enough
Was easy for only a few to tell.
Whenever they danced, their hearts were singing
But In Egyptian basic arms were still flinging.
They knew that every move needs to be made with purpose
Otherwise they would be doing ATS a disservice.
The pretty good group in our poem
Was part of a pretty good team
Which had pretty good aspirations
And maintained pretty good esteem.
They got beyond trust issues
Reduced most of their fear
And after watching video footage
Set goals for the upcoming year.
With more careful cueing
Cohesion was resolved
And slowly but surely
Their sisterhood evolved.
From puja to propeller
Then adding spins
Their intro became stellar
Accompanied by confident grins.
This pretty good dance troupe
Found that after much perspiring,
Dancers have to work really hard
To present something truly inspiring.
copyright 2012, Leslie Thompson