"The Nationals"
by: [email protected]
She stood there tall
On the champion stage,
Her new orange dress
Was all the rage.
She smiled real big,
She wore her new wig,
She pointed her toe,
And got ready to go.
Then finally the judge watched her start,
The moves she did were perfect and smart,
She leaped so high in the air,
That when you looked up all you saw was a glare.
But as she jumped she fell to the ground,
She fell so hard it made a pound,
The music stopped,
And the judge's pen dropped.
When she had slipped,
Her dress was ripped,
She started to cry,
She wanted to die.
She tried so hard to be perfect and entertain,
But all her hard work just went down the drain
Her foot was broken,
This was no token.
Then the docters came,
And they knew this was no game,
They then carried her off the stage,
The girl was in an outrage.
But the absolute worst part of all,
Is that this girl would have won first,
If it wasn't for that fall.
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