DANCER DE VILLE

• Giulia Bortolanza, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2011

Standing backstage
waiting for the applause,
competitor number 3
is introduced to the floor.

With a smile and a strut,
in a costume that's evil,
I look up at the crowd
and sing 'Cruella De Ville'.

My evil eyes and wicked voice,
sounds throughout the civic Hall.
The adjudicatator has a smile,
as I prove to her there's more install.

I throw my cape
and the music changes.
I start to dance
Cruella's evil dangers.

My legs lift high,
above my head.
Then down to the ground,
I do the splits.

A walk over, a split jump,
then an evil canter.
Those dogs of Cruella
have no chance with this dancer.

An evil laugh
is my final pose.
The crowd all cheered
as they stood in their rows.

Who will win
this talent quest?
The adjudicatator stands
to announce the best.

Standing backstage
waiting for the applause,
competitor number 3
is introduced to the floor.