9 July 2012
I wanted to be a ballet dancer so many years ago Leaping around with grace, well I thought so! My teacher was called miss cox And she was little and stood on a box
She shouted grand jete grand jete and point your toes I pointed and pointed and ended with a pose My hair was in net and we were told to wear a tutu I had tiny pink shoes and tights that were see through
But my elegance and grace came down with a bump Went to my class but was desperate for a dump As I stood at the bar, Demi plié and legs parted I lowered myself and suddenly farted
Oh the shame, of an unexpected trump I looked at my mum and knew she had the hump It was loud, it was gassy and I wanted to run But the worst of all was the face of my mum!!
Disgraced Ballerina! • Opuss № I