A Limerick for Michael by: Susan Smith
There once was a dancer named Michael Whose fame continued to spiral. He toured with
his show, And then don't you know, The audience jigged in the aisles! He mesmerized,
stunned, and beguiled, He danced and he tapped and he smiled. He inspired such
devotion, His fans would cross oceans, And follow him mile after mile. For seeing him once
doesn't do it, He's become an energy conduit. His genius, his sex, his movements, his
grace, All give, all compel, us to cheer and to yell... Truly how does he manage to do
it???
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