Cheerleading

Mom suggested I become a cheerleader.

For that, you need something for a brazier

We're not singing, but a loud type of yelling.

If not so hungry, I'd think of rebelling.

This isn't music, but a strange sort of chanting.

Now, the lady coach just began her ranting.

Tomorrow, there is a football game.

So I wear my outfit to all my classes.

The sequence and pompom are so lame.

Is it better to not see, or wear my glasses?

In this short skirt, I am asking for trouble.

My reputation will be utterly in rubble.

Mom says the other girls are only being jealous.

But that doesn't explain the smirks of the fellas.