Picked Up By the Watutsi
The watusi came into my life when I wanted to be down
She shook her bootie and promptly turned me around.
I did not want to buy in, so she tossed me on the ground.
Then began playing a jazzy up-beat kind of sound.
Stop it! I yelled with a glower; my face horribly frowned.
She laughed with delight and spun me quickly around.
I found myself dancing; my joy was immediately found.
I am so very grateful for the watusi who came swiftly around.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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