Please don’t scoff at my poetry.
I am a toddler, my meter
as awkward and unlearned
as those jaunty steps of hers.
She veers and oversteers and topples
over,
laughcrying in a hefty mess
until she unearths her too-large-shoed foot
and elephants it to the next space,
a “Look at me! I am the best”
sheen to her face, or maybe
that’s the perspiration of effort
and concentration.
Here now she lands — thud! —
at the end of her song.
Please cheer her along!
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