Tap Shoes
By Connor M
[not published yet]
Alone on stage,
rhythm pulses.
That deadly ring,
tap spring tap spring.
That hair raising tingle,
up the back of my neck.
My feet start to scuffle,
shirley temple shuffle.
Bouncing around the stage,
one foot after the other.
Step after step,
the excitement builds,
Lights start flashing,
the crowd starts cheering,
my heart is beating…
Tap spring tap spring,
step ball change.
Shirley temple wing step
STAMP!