He honestly thought he was a bear
Not just any bear, either
The world's best dancing bear
Some weeks he would hit the clubs
Four, maybe five nights
Intent on showing off his skills
On the dance floor
Most people who saw him had to admit
That bear could really dance
Dancing made the bear happy
He could and would dance to anything
Electro-Funk Power-Jazz Folk-Punk
If it had the slightest semblance of a beat
That bear found a way to move rhythmically to it
Non-stop
He didn't need a partner either
That bear was happy dancing alone
Dancing was all that mattered
Then one evening it happened
A woman approached him
Asked if she could have a dance
Suddenly it dawned on him
That he wasn't a bear
Certainly not the world's best dancing bear
He looked at the woman who asked to dance
And realized that he was just a sweaty fat guy
Dancing in the corner of the dance floor
Slowly he backed away
And walked out of the building
He never danced again
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