Clumsfulness
Delicate, nimble,
Steady as a gimbal,
A veritable symbol
Of dexterity –
But no such accolade
To perfect poise displayed,
Could ever be made
To maladroit me.
I’m subtle as a cymbal,
As sharp as a thimble –
I blunder and I bimble
With artless artistry.
My tiptoe is plantigrade,
My whisper a hand grenade –
A dancer, I’m afraid
Is a thing I’ll never be.
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