I wake up in the morning,
jiggerty jog, jig jiggerty jog,
to my breakfast, again.
I don’t wish to jiggerty jog,
but my feet do the talking,
pirouette as toast pops up,
as for a coffee, well,
they have to side-leap;
I can’t quite get used to that
fluidity of movement.
God damn it! Here comes a –
flouncy twirl and a curtsy!
Thank you.
I would take off these pumps,
yet they’re on pretty firm,
you really don’t know
how they stubbornly pinch
to stay on tight.
My advice; never, ever
try ballet shoes on for a bet,
it takes things much too far
for personal comfort,
especially the unexpected,
very involuntary splits.
Unraveling 