Cinquain

In the ballroom

We glide across the floor

We spin around quite fast
I now cha cha cha to open the door
And I waltz to my new ship mast
until I hit the floor!

On stage 
the beaming lights 
the clapping hands 
the judges fights 
the screaming, shouting fans
the feeling of my dancing tights 

Snack
little kids beg for a snack
mummy says no
little kids try to get the nack
mummy thinks so-so 
little kids crack open a snack