When I saw Jay appear, vibrating with fear,
My heart went out to him like a brother.
I hoped he could dance
So I gave him a chance,
And 'tis true, he turned out like no other.
He danced like an angel, precise, concise,
The content, complex and breath-taking.
His elegant styles
With grace which beguiles,
Most surely a star in the making.
As each week went by, I thought he would cry
At the mean things some judges would utter.
But some were exempt
From their words of contempt,
"That's unfair!" was all I could splutter.
Week followed week, and the future looked bleak
For our boy. Could they not see his brilliance?
But Jay soldiered on
When all hope was gone,
And triumphed through skill and resilience.
His dances, all told, were a joy to behold.
And his love of performance was clear.
So I can't understand
Why each dance was panned,
Or damned with faint praise. Was that fear?
Yes, obviously, it was so plain to see,
Jay's fan-base was steadily rising.
There was no competition,
So they made it their mission
To undermine him, I'm surmising.
Could they not rejoice? They'd just made this choice
For their programme, a dancer supreme.
Instead of promoting
They tried to skew voting,
And could easily have ruined the dream.
But they reckoned without Jalionistas' clout,
We were angry, and rose with one voice.
"Take your hands off our boy
He's nobody's toy!",
We shouted, "we've all made our choice!".
And vote we did, and again, and again,
Fair play was under attack.
We stood up fully,
To take on the bully
And won. Though Jay didn't crack.
Throughout the shows, he went with the blows,
Never once letting dignity slide.
He chose not to do battle
With lesser dancers' prattle,
When all they could do was deride.
Though some weeks they would raise occasional praise,
It was often dismissive and curt.
They would oft overlook,
And ignore what it took
Jay to shine at his dance. That must hurt.
Selfishly, I just wanted to see
All Jay's dances. The win? Doesn't matter.
But I just could not see
Either KK or GG
With Glitterball handed on platter!
Some might say that Jay won by his charm
Or his looks, but I am certain of this.
That he won with ease
Based on pure expertise,
And jolly hard work. Couldn't miss.
Although charm and looks did no harm, I agree.
And triumph over fear was compelling.
Would he've gone as far
Without such a star
As Aliona to teach him? 'S no telling.
But the magical pairing was set in stone,
And for that we were all truly blessed.
That we all got to see
Something special that we
Could see clearly stood out from the rest.
Now the future looks bright, and it only seems right
That Jay chooses what destiny brings.
Keep Dancing is first,
Then BIG, when rehearsed
Will be great as he acts, dances and sings.
After that, who knows? With Jay, he grows,
Of that, we can be assured.
He can take his time,
And wait to chime
With his best fit. His future's secured.
Good Luck, my friend, if I may, use such a familiar term.
I feel I've travelled beside you, far and wide, but still stood firm.
Together with hordes of Jalionistas, we carried you over the line.
A well-deserved, and hard-earned win. And now your chance to shine.
But shining's what you've done before, if Strictly's any guide.
So continue in the same way, Jay, and just enjoy the ride.
(and they're not original.) Oops
