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This is the story of George the Tap Dancing Dolphin as told by:



Merry and Stephanie



I'll only settle for singing and tap dancing dolphins.

Any other kind just doesn't cut it

This isn't a pity show.

And they have to do it well, too

Or they don't get a dime.

Because thats what you give a tap dancing dolphin, a dime.

Maybe a dollar, if he has a hat

A good hat.

With a feather.

Nothing cheap

Has to be classy, for a classy tap dancing, hat wearing, singing dolphin

With a bow tie.

Man, this dolphin is going to look sharp

He should deal cards too

Wow, I wish I was this dolphin

He's pretty awesome

Yeah, man



sparkly top hat and all

and a vest with sparkles

and shiny shoes.

on his uh

dolphin feet

he's going to be on Broadway someday

not if he doesn't give up the booze, he won't

I've tried to help him, but he's a slave to the bottle

thats why his wife left him, you know

with the kids, it's a sad sight. So much talent, and he threw it all away

now he's lucky to get dime shows at graduation parties

he used to be something!

now he cries himself to sleep at night

and has five o clock shadow at all hours of the day

he always smells of catsup and bad vodka

And he lays on his stained pink sofa thinking about how it used to be. Just wasting away

he hardly has the strength to call the call girls anymore

those skanky dolphin prostitutes he used to love when he was young

how his fire and passion has burnt out

but he still dances

he doesn't even care or love anymore

but he still dances

even without feet

he forgets about his worries

when he's up there

dancing for the drunks

and graduating seniors

they all laugh and throw beer battles and flat hats

he'll get them some day

when he's a star

And dancing under the bright lights again

just like the old days

when his hat was freshly laundered

and his vest was soft and new

the sparkles hardly sparkle anymore

and bowtie perfect

quite a sad dolphin that gave up on life

but still far from mediocre

he shines even when he's crying

he's heart may be broken, he's spirit as well. But he'll dance forever.



in tapdancing dolphin hell?

such a beautifully meloncholy story, this is.

it is, the dolphin, he's so much more than what he appears to be



why couldn't she love him like he loved her?

he gave up everything for them.

gave up his dream of being a world class surgeon

she was just tried of the drinking

and loved him when he danced

he did love the dancing, but he loved the feel of the metal and the heat of the lamp so much more

knowing that their life is in your hands

he had to quit medical school

when she got pregnant

with the twins

he thought he could make it, be a star

but she was greedy and pushed him

he started out dealing cards, but then one day he just got the spirit

it was amateur night, he didn't even know he was going to do it until he did

asked for his break and

changed his world

that was all before he took that first drink

peppermint schnapps in the back of his agent's limousine

nothing had ever tasted so sweet

and everything went downhill

boozing every night

spending the rent money on cheap wine and scotch

he began to smell like it. It became part of him. Seeping from his pores

running errands for the scuzzy guys at the corner

just for a few extra bucks

doing horrible things, fights, losses, all the girl dolphins he'd wake up next to and not know their names

that's when georgetta started to suspect something was up

lipstick on a sparkly collar

that wasn't hers

the magenta lipstick

A whore's lipstick

"do you even know her name?" she screamed, holding his vest in the air for all to see. the little one cried in the corner

"she said i could call her what i wanted." he mumbled.

and she turned away.

"get out" she said coldly

He stood stone

he looked up, trying to find some mercy in her cold fish's eyes

"Get out!" she screamed, tears swelling in those eyes

without even a kiss he left them, all of them, the little ones crying in the corner

he turned, stumbled on his graceful dancer's toe-things

and closed the door

leaving everyone, and part of himself

and a lot of his extra costumes

including the nice one

with the polka dots

He spent the night at a sushi bar, talking about the polka dots and Georgetta

to anyone who would listen

how she smelled, her eyes like water

he loved her

he drank harde liquor

shot after shot

he'd tell them when he'd had enough

and the person became two

he'd stare into his glass, as if he was trying to read the whiskey

the answers at the bottom of each glass, he'd keep searching and never find them

then look up into the bartender's unyielding eyes

'have another, mister'

yes, he thought he would

he took it, it felt warm in his cold stomach

and even now he was starting to forget the sound of her voice

the way it felt to hold little georgie in his dolphin arms

but never the look on her face as he walked out of the door and the sound of georgie's whimper that night

he keeps a lock of his little girls hair in his wallet

along with the pictures of all of them

he looks at when he's tired of forgettin

and when he wants to feel safe

cause its hard

living on the road

He'll hold on tight to faded photos

even a tap dancing dolphin can get scared sometimes

but he'll tap dance his way back into the limelight

and maybe then she'll come back to him



holding the kids fins and he'll smile and remember what love felt like

much warmer than the bourbon he chugged that night, he'll be

he'll kiss her and she'll have his polka dot costume

and she'll taste sweeter than any peppermint schnapps

And he'll hold her and they won't catch up because it doesn't matter what used to be, what mattered was right then

until he sees the newest little one.

'YOU BITCH!;

he'll scream

And turn away again

his heart tore in a thousand pieces

i never stopped loving you, how could you?

: "That's right! Leave" She'll scream "The kids are used to seeing you walk away!"

But she never listened, he did love her, he loved so much he couldn't breath

he really couldn't.

and there were shooting pains all up and down his arm.

and he was choking, and he was screaming but no words came out.

He grasped his chest

finally, a whimper, 'i love you georgetta, and i always have.'

: and looked at Georgetta

with her eyes like water

He fades away

and thus ends the life of george the tap dancing dolphin

what a life it was



I might start crying

Me too, me too.

His story must be told.

It will be told

To warn those of the evils of tap dancing, and dolphins

And the anger of Gerogetta

She killed him

That bitch.

It should've been her

I bet she thinks that everyday

When she tucks little ralphie in

That’s right, ralphie!

That cheating slut

And he wants to see daddy, but daddy never comes around because one’s dead and the other is a sleazy man she met on the street



She thinks his name may have been ralph

but she wasn't sure until later on

when she saw him on tv

for the green party

she let out a cry

but the kids never knew, or just pretended that they didn't

and mailed him a heart felt letter

asking for child support

she never got it

she doesn't vote for him anymore

if she wasn't a dolphin

and could vote

He just sent her buttons and stickers telling people to vote for him

and a tshirt

but she burns them all. With George's lighter

whch she used to clothe his naked son

and then she burned it, you know

when it was dirty

she doesn't like doing the laundry

yeah, its so much easier this way

back when she and George were together, he washed the clothes

mostly because he always had vomit all over them

and she wouldn't clean that up

plus, they smelled like catsup

but now everything's different

she visits his grave sometimes

brings him daisies

to replace the old ones

sometimes she still thinks about him dancing and wonders if he's eyes ever lit like that when he was with one of the dolphin girls, if being with them was ever like dancing

it always was with her

because she was his love

years later she found a phone number in the pocket of his polkadotted vest

'from rose'

it said

smelled of sex and cheap perfume

she called it

but she hung up after the first ring

She wanted to cry

but she thought she could maybe find a piece of him

even if she had to find it in someone else

she wanted to taste him, to feel him again

she was sorry.

But he'll never know

she thought

but maybe he did.

or does.

or will.

hopefully



I guess he won't be singing at your graduation, stephanie

I know, I'll have to start a tribute band

It'll be called, "Faded Polka Dot Sparkles"  

And we'll sing songs for him while we try not to cry

Songs he used to sing, and some new ones

And we'll hire a tap dancer, even if they won't be the same.

And we can invite georgie, georgina, jorge and ralphie to all the shows

And georgetta, i suppose

Though it may only make her sadder

And they'll remember their father as I tap dance

They won't care I'm bad, they'll think of George

And maybe they'll follow in his footsteps

Join the band someday

We can only hope

I bet ralphie will.

That'd be ironic.

And I'll hold his dolphin hand and teach him the dances

Even if he's the product of an affair

I hate to think what he would look like

a ralph nader dolphin?

I guess he'd look a bit like a merman

or maid, whichever

but if he was all dolphin, he could be george's

and he died for naught

I suppose

maybe they won't know until he's older

and his tap dancing ability comes out of nowhere

even though he looks like ralph nader, they'll all say

“he's his father's boy”

and everyone will love ralphie’s tap dancing

and he won't give in to the booze

his sparkles won't be polkadot

but they'll be there

it'll be grand

everyone will smile as he dancing like air

faster than anyone who came bfore

moving but not moving at all, people will be amazed and they'll say: "there's the son of a great tap dancer, and look at him, he's got his father's feet"

err, fins

he'll start 'ralph georgeson's school for tapdancing, singing, sparkly, card dealing, recovering alcoholic dolphins' with a healthy donation from ralph nader

rgstsscrad

thats what they'll call it

they'll have quite a large attendance

people will come from all around to talk about their past problems with alcohol and sparkle suits

georgette will be a big speaker

and she'll talk about trust and love

and how she took george for granted

and there will be a statue of george in the hall

'to my fallen comrades'

it will say

with his shoes and hat

and gloves

of course

black gloves.

and a cane, too.

his best costume

the one he left behind

and she didn't burn

the one she found the number in

she's forgiven him

deep down she knew she always had

but she wanted to feel strong, so she pushed him away



Merry: this was indeed a fine story

Merry: i'm off to take a nap

Merry: but i'll never forget!

Stephanie: nor will I

Stephanie: bye merry!

Stephanie: go and dream of pretty things that won't get left behind