Hand for the judge
“I solemnly swear
To stare at the troop
With painted face
And glasses on forehead
It's what I was
Put on this earth to do
Though I like to tango as well
It's sometimes too much to do
Tangos are for the weak
The men with the yellow fingers
The women with the frosty hair
They told me to shake my fists for rage
And stomp my feet for show
But I had nothing left
My toes were weak from dancing
My fingers wouldn't splay
And Your Honor, were you a scout once?
I can see it in your eyes”
The judge says “No
Put your hand down
I hereby call a recess
Bailiff, have you seen my dancing shoes?”
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