Ask Her To Dance
Her hair was matted in a clump
Still she was pretty all the same
Getting water from the pump
I asked her to tell me her name
"People call me the Queen of Krump"
"yet Jezebel is my real name"
"I love music and love to bump"
"When I dance I feel no shame"
I placed a beatbox on a stump
She danced like a consuming flame
Arms flailing and gyrating rump.
Like a wild beast I could never tame
As I watched in my throat a lump
Reckless abandon was her game
In my chest I felt my heart jump
She danced for pleasure not for fame
For Kelly Deschler's "Not just any old Quatrain contest."
This was harder than I expected.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
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