Swinging it: A cut-up poem

Seventy bucks is a great price
on this mysterious island.
Behind the sequins, there's
no business like a debut
solo performed in rodeo.
Charmed and dangerous,
dance girls are practicing
(sunflowers start to grow
in this quick stint).
It's a regal competition
and I continue to do
everything to become
the local legend known as
Black Frosting.