Homecoming

I bought a pair of magic pants
That made me really good at dance.
I was a prodigy of being cool,
Like none before at this high school.

I danced with all the senior boys
And hopped and swung and made some noise.
Now afterwards, I have a hunch
My pants weren’t magic; That was the punch.

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