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Thirteen ballerinas all in a row.
Twelve of them prepare for a
show.
Most of the ballerinas are in pretty pink dresses,
But one of the
dancers is busy with messes.
She is the thirteenth and is always quite
dirty,
Her mother's convinced she'll never reach thirty.
She likes to play
outside in the greenest of grasses,
She never willingly attends her paid for
dance classes.
And when she is forced, she'll kick and she'll
scream:
"Mommy oh Mommy I won't work with the team!"
(Her mother is angry,
but how could one refuse
Such a seemingly sweet face that's truly a
ruse.)
So number thirteen plays with mud in the corner
And slowly comes
teacher to patiently warn her:
"Penelope my dear the show must go on. It
happens today.
Come to dance. Join us. Let's dance the day away!"
Penelope
still sat, deep in dancing thought.
It could be fun, however, it's
taught.
"Penelope. Our grand opening draws near.
Could it be that our
Penelope is taken with fear?"
Instantly she stood and flew from her
corner.
It certainly was smart for teacher to warn her.
Penelope was
changed into a pretty pink dress,
She was no longer playing with her muddy
mess.
All of the little ballerinas stood in a row.
The pretty dancers were
ready for the show.
The curtain rose and out danced number thirteen,
She
danced past the dancers and made herself seen.
She danced up a storm upon the
small stage,
Her teachers calm face reddening with rage.
"I am Penelope,"
she cried out with glee.
"Look how I dance. Mom look at me."
The entire
audience began to whisper and giggle,
never had they seen a dancer display
such a wiggle.
She danced and she danced until she fell to the floor,
the
audience stood and clapped and asked her for more.
But Penelope was so tired,
for she never had thought
to actually practice and to listen while
taught.
But she manage to stand and daintily prance,
"I am Penelope! And I
dance my own Dance!"
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