Oh, my goodness. This is too much for a Monday. It’s like West Side Story meets yoga meets Lionel Richie’s ballerina girl meets Mr. Roboto.
I do not like her rigid pose
I do not like her see-through clothes
I do not like her pointed feet
I really think that girl should eat
May I suggest some lean red meat?
With green eggs, it is quite a treat
Would you like them in Oklahoma?
No, I prefer them in a coma
I do not like their warrior stance
I do not like their modern dance
I do not want to have to watch
I think we should Febreze her crotch
I do not like that high slit skirt
I do not like boys’ groins that hurt
I do not like that turtleneck
I do not like it for a sec
I do not like them, Sam-I-am
I’d rather eat a can of Spam
And pour it in a cereal bowl
That precooked gelatinous pork bumhole
I do not like them here or there
I do not like them anywhere
I Don't Get It 
I do like the basketball hoop.
I do like the way the net does swoop.
Alas, dear Kerbey, there’s every chance.
I still would have flunked out of modern dance.
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well-done.
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Oh! Whatta feelin’
When we’re dancin’ like no one’s seein’?
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If only no one had seen…
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I rather like her flimsy shirt.
I rather like that high slit skirt.
As for the boys on bended knees
They look pretty dorky in those dungarees.
So all in all this dance thing is a scam.
All in all I too prefer a can of Spam
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Ha ha ha
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In a Gym.
On a whim.
The girl in the middle has a pleasant smile
If only for a little while.
Sure… (dramatic pause) I may not have the gift of Wit
I may not own a catcher’s Mitt.
But one thing is certain and very true
The “I Don’t Get it” Blog always sustains…. an entertaining point of view.
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Bravissimo!
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I do not like the rolled-up jeans,
I do not like the bursting seams.
I do not like boys’ feet to don
ballet shoes over which they fawn.
I do not like those slits so high,
which beckon every prurient eye.
I do not like sheer anything,
I do not like how she takes wing.
I’d rather see a basketball
go through that hoop, and she to fall
back to the earth, thus causing mirth,
and then they’d all come from their trance
and dance a Texas two-step dance.
Or maybe a waltz.
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nice use of “prurient,” which sounds weird to say. like rural. rural. rural.
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