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Tea for two, and a biscuit with Granny

giggles and games, I recall there were many

but clearest of all,

I recall the small music box.

Hidden inside, a tiny ballerina

waiting to dance there, in front of her mirror

at my beck and call

once I had unclipped the locks.

Lifting the lid, I would take a peak under

up she would pop, not so much as a blunder

though not very tall

she would stretch to the sky

pirouettes fashioned on blue satin lining

tutu pure white, in the limelight, there shining

I somehow recall

just for Granny and I

© Allan Cropper
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16

Poem of the Day

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Blue Ballerina


I was a happy ballerina

But now I’m feeling blue.

If you had made this blunder,

You’d be unhappy too.


I was feeling rather peckish,

So what did I do?

I ate a crunchy biscuit.

Now the crumbs are in my shoe!


Ann Budden
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #17