No-noCan-can

I have an upstairs 
neighbor that houses a 
troupe of can-can dancers 
in the off season 
or so it sounds 
and who practice every 
day and every night 
their kicks and thuds
and taps and spins 
for I hear them 
whereas I used to 
get angry but now 
I accept that I 
am but an eight 
year old boy sitting 
beneath a gaggle of 
gorgeous ladies peering up 
albeit blindly but spying 
nonetheless into a place 
heretofore forbidden as no-no
it’s a lesson learned 
that we all can 
make the best out 
of even the worst
of just about anything