There once was a dancer whose thighs
Were of the most momentous size.
Picking up girls was easy
And he never seemed sleazy.
Alas, he was just into guys.
Tag Archives: Dance
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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