Ballet-a poem.

Elle est magnifique, non?

Shoulders down, stomach in,
Thumbs tucked, chest out.
Head up, don't sickle
The foot that's turned out.

Lift up, up, up,
And go down in releve.
Now tendu devant.
Don't let that bun astray.

A rond de jambe across,
Follow with a fondu
Stay in fifth, but,
Don't forget the tune

Leap across the room
Arabesque and pray
To dance your entire life
To pirouette through ballet.

Shoulders down, stomach in,
Thumbs tucked, chest out
Head up, don't sickle
The foot that's turned out.

Sorry for the lack of accents, somebody French would kill me because of it.

Why did the fungi marry the algae?
They took a lichen (liking) to each other

See you whenever