The Ballerina

Ballerina

A ballerina there was, the purest of them all,
Her hair was a golden brown; slender and tall,
Any man would fall in love with her beauty and grace,
Her skin was as white as lace.
When her fancy footwork was put to the test, her component would always end up a mess.
This ballerina had a sister with not such a generous face,
She wanted to compete in a sisterly race.
To Foxwoods they went, though I rather not vent,
But tell this fair maidens story instead.
It’s interesting I promise, it won’t put you to bed
Money was rare and neither of them liked to share,
The elegant woman spent it without a care.
Always prancing on the stage without a doubt,
Until something, greater caught her attention, causing a drought.
She heard of machines that would give her wealth,
But sitting on those plump cushions all day was not good for her health,
One evening, unlike any other,
With great excitement, she speed dialed her sister, her brother, and her mother.
And upon jumping for joy off of the cushioned seat,
For the first time in her life did not land on her pointy feet,
Instead, she took quite a fall,
Without delay in that one moment ended all.
She could not even recall what had happened,
Off she went, her leg looked awfully flattened.
The ballerina was quite horrified by what she saw,
She yelped, “This should be against the law!”
To the courthouse she went, demanding for a settlement.
She asked for 5 hundred grand, which the judge could stand,
In without a penny, out with a whole life of security.
This ballerina was no longer poor,
She had more then she ever had before.