The Clumsy Dancer

Once there was a man named Fred,

Who dreamed of dancing but shook with dread,

For every time he took to the floor,

His two left feet made him want to head for the door.

Ineptitude Unleashed

With arms like noodles, and legs like jelly,

Fred's attempts at dancing were downright belly,

He'd trip and stumble, and lose his shoe,

The poor fellow just couldn't find his groove.

The Rhythmless Rumba

He tried the tango, the salsa, and waltz,

But his moves resembled a chaotic assault,

His partners would wince and try to flee,

As Fred twirled wildly, as if stung by a bee.

Disastrous Disco

At the disco, he was a sight to behold,

As he flailed about, ungracefully bold,

The crowd would gather, not to applaud,

But to witness Fred's dance, oh so flawed.

The Chaotic Cha-Cha

The cha-cha, the foxtrot, the jitterbug too,

Fred attempted them all, but none would do,

He'd step on toes, and bump into chairs,

Leaving chaos and mayhem everywhere.

Eureka! Or Not

One day he found a dance of his own,

A mix of flailing and a little unknown,

He called it the "Fred-astrophe," with pride,

But the audience fled, feeling petrified.

A Happy Ending?

But Fred didn't care, he danced with glee,

For in his heart, he was finally free,

His two left feet could never keep him down,

As he danced with joy, wearing a goofy clown.

Conclusion

So here's to Fred, the dancer so absurd,

Whose lack of talent was truly unheard,

But in his laughter and love for life,

He found his rhythm, amidst all the strife.