Tap Dance Poems - Poems about Tap Dance

He moves down the row driving a spike into their heads. Tap tap - double taps one tap would have done. I think he enjoys it. maybe his wife henpecks him. I stare at the frog allotted to me; small, green, wide grinning mouth. It looks like a cartoon drawing as it sits motionless between folded legs. I think it likes me. I half expect it to...

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Tippity tappity tip tap tip Tapping the toes with a flip of the hip Pause for some water – take a big sip Then pump up the volume and really let rip...

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raindrops tap dancing to a falling melody thunderous applause...

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some was born there world was torn to eat hit the street to dance was there beat card was stack to ease the pain they tap for change so the kids prance BLACK KIDS AND TAP DANCE...

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its art do it on acart it don't rot dance a lot you rap and sap you alone prance TAP DANCE...

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You better be a little rich, If you choose to make a pitch. By bus or car you make the trip, You've trained yourself just not to slip. The agents sit; a motley crew, A few may even look at you. To them it's just the same old hat, To find some meat stuck in the fat. The writer wonders what they think, Is...

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Can there be a better sound Than tap shoes, multiplied? Tapping feet exude more joy Than most things can provide. Just today I heard those taps But never saw their makers; Such exuberance could not Be caused by any fakers. In their practice room, the beat Was frenzied, fast and frantic; And the smiles upon my face Were real and most gigantic. I’m a tap dance sucker And...

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there's was a time i dance for dime and also did a shoe shine and sing a line they did the tap dance kid lot change was in the rack for the TAP DANCE BOOT BLACK...

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its a move thats a real grove its still around the tap dance sounds tip tap an d rap its a lap in how they tap some dO IT for change in a can the TAP DANCE...

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i can make them land up and down like a street clown i do it with a beat i got ryme in my feet am gifted with these tools do it with the blues me and MY TAP DANCE SHOES...

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they come you know the getto out to open a door some or very poor they could dance put you in trance the way the prance for show some wore a wig THE TAP DANCE KID...

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all the bitter things can fade without a moment’s hesitation when melody sets in when tones thought so comfortable to the one in pain flood the room--- these notes, tunes, rhythms bring one to the special places the minute seconds of one’s life where one wishes it would last forever & the tears of joy can enter in where the covering of the...

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i woke to him perched like some ravenous beast above my door, his pallid bulk & sulking wings skidding to the floor. lights burned from his eyes while he hold of my ancient indulgence, exposing the verge of a chosen path & some unfolding amoral tap dance, a coreographed last chance granting me entrance to every unseen world. he smiled as i twirled, stepping into the fire. plucking his lyre, hoofs clip-clapping to the beat of me melting...

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