On a witty winter's day
Around the turning of the year
Charlie Chubb started ballet
With great enjoyment and a cheer

He hobbly hopped around the course
Unaware of his behaviour
But soon set aside to his remorse
He was treated like a stranger

Though Charlie Chubb didn't give in

Since major effort should provide
Smooth swinging skills as to begin
Perhaps a maillot if he tried

Gambolling with every chance
He climbed his way upon the ladder
Of stardom and fame in the world of dance
His dreams never to be shattered

Long after that first day, he has reached many heights
And built up a great career
He now sways around in shiny tights
You might have quessed: Charlie is queer.

Stephanie Van Riet