Warning When I am a professional hula dancer, I shall have long hair With no shoes and a lava-lava. And I shall spend my tips on tuition and meals, And coconut bras, and say I’ve no money for books. I shall strut down the stage with a sway in my hips, And I’ll spend all day on the beach, And have a pet shark named “Fuzzy,” And make up for the boredom of my youth. I shall flirt with Polynesian men and get them to buy me dinner, And (hopefully) pass all of my college classes, And be really happy.
But now I must go to high school, And be shy and get good grades, And have my self esteem based on test scores and course load. I must be what everyone else expects me to be.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now, So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am a professional hula dancer, and I have long hair.
This is a parody of Jenny Joseph's poem "Warning" http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warning/ |
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