The Gorilla Can’t Dance

The Gorilla Can’t Dance

The gorilla in a pink tutu,

the dress, it’s bright and new.

It can’t dance, not a single move,

But the tutu makes it feel improved.

It stands still, with quiet pride,

The pink fabric flowing wide.

No smile, no dance, no playful spin,

Just the joy the outfit brings within.

It doesn’t need to leap or twirl,

To feel the softness, to give it a whirl.

The tutu’s fit, the color bright,

Fills it with calm, a simple delight.

The gorilla doesn’t care for the dance,

The pink tutu gives it a quiet chance.

To simply be, to feel at ease,

Wrapped in a comfort, as soft as a breeze.