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"Twinkle Toes"


She rises early Saturday morning

there is plenty on her list.

A new beginning is slowly approaching,

Dance 411 awaits their miss.

 

She's trembling from head to toe

apprehensive to showcase her skills,

but determined to not be defeated

with every emotion enticing her skills.

 

The judges clear out the floor

she patiently watches the other dancers, 

constantly drilling the moves in her head

wanting to make a good impression.

 

Number 40 is called to the room,

a vibrant dancer illuminates the place.

She begins to step foot on stage,

filling the area with beauty and grace.

 

As the music vibrates the floor,

she immediately moves to the beat.

Spinning, twirling, leaping, jumping,

the judges bounce to their feet.

 

Her performance was very clean

she never missed a beat,

the strong, poised individual

executed precise movement with her feet.

 

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