Monday, January 9, 2012

All I Want is Pointe Shoes

I sincerely love the art of ballet. I think it is lovely, and I enjoy doing it. But, the fact is, if your feet aren't made for the pointe shoes, it will be your ruin. So, forgive me if this appears at all rude or unkind. It was not intended to be so. I still love each of my friends who still dance as much as ever, but this is meant to be comical. I am not aiming this at anyone. Aaaand I wrote this at age eleven, so that might explain for anything that comes across as particularly unnecessary. Here it is, though, basically raw. To be sung to the melody of "Jingle Bells"

ALL I WANT IS POINTE SHOES
by Meridian Paulton

All I want is pointe shoes,
    so I can look dainty;
And dance around on pink feet,
    a famous dancer be!
I’ll show the girls my new look,
    I’ll read a pointe shoe book;
I promise you, Miss Annie,
    I will be very good!

Chorus:
People staring at my feet,
    they want to know what happened!
Then I tell my story:
    I only wanted glory!
When my therapist comes in,
    she tells me what is best for feet.
Then I cry myself to death,
    and tell her what came next.

Once I was a prima,
    I got all the lead roles;
And danced around on pink feet,
    and wore some clothes so bold.
I signed a big old contract
    with NYC ballet
I’m telling you, dear mother,
    I really did behave!

Chorus

Finally I retired,
    became a dance mistress;
And then I told the young gals,
    “Tis good to go on pointe!”
I taught some little fellas
    to lift and jump and spin
I’m really quite ashamed now,
    I simply can’t begin!

Chorus

All I wanted were those pointe shoes,
    so I could look dainty,
And dance around on pink feet,
    a famous dancer be!

I thought it was my calling,
    my mom encouraged me...

...and now I feel real super-bad,
    living in poverty!

Chorus

Second chorus:

People staring at my feet,
    they want to know what happened!
Then I tell my story:
    I only wanted glory!
When my therapist comes in,
    she tells me what is best for feet.
And now I cry myself to death,
    living in poverty!!

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