(Sorry, I’m still bubbling over, or not yet over bubbling.)
If some bubbles are gathered,
And in movement made to roam,
Then, when they’re properly lathered
You have what’s known as foam.
And Foam Here to Eternity
You have a pretty sight,
The foaming breakers on the sea
Are thought of as alright.
Foam on the beachsand’s pleasing,
And in a bath is, too –
But the latter can be teasing
When hiding too much view.
Mermaids giving ringing call,
To sailors far from home,
Indicate, to one and all,
There’s someone on the foam.
One loves the sight of foam, pristine,
On a good head of beer …
But when on lips of dog it’s seen,
Then people flee in fear!
So here I think some proof we’ve got,
With certain items, that
To be attractive, or be not,
Depends on where they’re at.
And, now, I simply have to brag a little. Much of our time has been taken up recently with various things relating to young R’s first public performance. As the leader of her little ballet group, she had theatre performances on Friday night and last night, and it was such a thrill to see her strut her stuff. Here she is, going through some moves in the rehearsal room.
The show featured pupils of all ages from the ballet studio, on a fun Disney theme. It was really enjoyable to see how completely professionally some have progressed, and to notice special talent in many of the younger ones. One poor kid simply froze with fright in one of the turns, and stood throughout looking forlorn. Other quite tiny girls sparkled with enthusiasm and enjoyment of what they were doing, and went through faultless routines quite ignoring any mistakes made by their fellows.
The adult dancers did a spectacular ‘Pirates of the Carribean’ routine, which was great fun.
© Colonialist November 2011 (Letterdash/WordPress)