The Gorilla Can’t Dance
The gorilla in a pink tutu,
the dress, it’s bright and new.
It can’t dance, not a single move,
But the tutu makes it feel improved.
It stands still, with quiet pride,
The pink fabric flowing wide.
No smile, no dance, no playful spin,
Just the joy the outfit brings within.
It doesn’t need to leap or twirl,
To feel the softness, to give it a whirl.
The tutu’s fit, the color bright,
Fills it with calm, a simple delight.
The gorilla doesn’t care for the dance,
The pink tutu gives it a quiet chance.
To simply be, to feel at ease,
Wrapped in a comfort, as soft as a breeze.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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This is way to look at life to me it seems. Good job.
"Beautifully captures the joy of simple comfort and self-expression!