A piddling, trifling cha cha cha
Danced her petootsie off, rah rah rah
Wiggling, jiggling and a ha ha ha
We wanted to join them lah dee dah
On the precipice of a dream,
Thirty years in the making,
I have a wheeze in my chest,
And my breathe says "Chu Cha. Chu Cha"
And I wonder whether God will take me home before I get to see my dream come true.
And then I realize, heaven is a dream too!!!
Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Ahh!!!
.
cha cha cha
shuffle
flirtatious
cha-chaz
and in the passionate
grip
uv the music
i mean the
wiles uv
identical
twinz
i
shuffle
up
(melded earnestly
theirn to mine)
the
bifurcated
staircase
O’ Luffy Lue, you choose
Be boppn, boogie-woogie
Axe or jazz
Seize the night
Step up, step our pas de Bouree
Pirouette, percussion hey
Ain’t No question mine confession
No correction
Axe or jazz
Seize the night
Step up, step our pas de Bour’ee
Pirouette, percussion hey
Be boppn, boogie-woogie
Axe or jazz
Seize the night
Do what ya do?
you choose, you choose
Wha’ca gonna do Luffy Lue
9/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
From anthology #1 SHASTA JAZZ Dedicated verse for Shasta Simms
Fancy dancy rooster with a cha cha cha
Strumped up like a prancy peacock, with a fah lah lah
Suit jacket was custom made by Dior himself, of course.
Daisies on the lapel are much too much said the horse.
The barnyard was messy with manure and stuff.
Fancy dancy rooster got splashed, stalked off in a huff.
Acts like a male peacock too, a peahen said.
The hens agreed that everything went straight to his head.
Ukulele playing armadillo asked his friend Allie to do a cha-cha-cha.
Just a second, Allie said. I don’t like to eat my munchies this raw.
Then he began practicing his marching dance for the Mardi Gras.
You don’t have to be perfect! Armadillo told him. There is no law.
I played my machine all over imperfectly in the state of Utah.
Allie liked his friend, so he began an invented cha-cha-cha.
Sang a little too, ending each verse with a uplifting fah-lah-lah
You are both so much fun! Said Allie’s appreciative great grandma.
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey doats and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
Who could ask for anything more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba doo”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life's just a big cartoon”
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey dotes and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
Who could ask for anything more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba dabba”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life is a big cartoon”
The cats are prancing with a cha cha cha
Chick a boom a chick a boom a rah rah rah
We hire out for birthdays the little one said.
They were throwing fish in the air, many were dead.
The cats are prancing with a cha cha cha
Chick a boom a chick a boom a rah rah rah
We are cheap and available all day long, they purred.
This was terrific news for the cat ladies who acted absurd.
The cats are prancing with a cha cha cha
Chick a boom a chick a boom a rah rah rah
We’ll pay whatever we have to, one of the old crones said.
Just then two dead salmon landed on the old biddy’s head.
Drinking tea (cha)mate (herb mate) in the bombilla, is a tradition in the south of America, mainly among the gauchos (Argentine, Brazilians, etc)
The bombilla is filled with the herb mate heated in temperature palatable and each person sucks the infusion little by little and passes it on to someone else... In this case, my girlfriend took her mate and
passed me first the bombilla, (so called utensil )
then I sucked
tea mate with some of the taste
from her mouth... That's how I created
my little poem...
PS Each bombilla contains an infusion for 10 sips, so it passes to 10 people at a time, then it is filled again and the passage from mouth to mouth repeating again...
I kissed you for the first time,
when sharing your "mate"
at "BOMBILLA"...
PS Cha mate IS tea yerba mate
bombilla IS a pump we suck the tea with a metal straw
THE bombilla passes from one person to another
on caster system
Blue light special
Cha Cha Cha
Come on down
Rah Rah Rah
Get those coats
Hats mittens too
Our checkers can put things on lay-a-way-for you
We are K-Mart through and through.
Blue light special
Cha Cha Cha
Come on over
Rah Rah Rah
Get those dolls and soldier boys
Here is a giant cart for all those toys
We can lay them away for Christmas, so your kids will not be blue.
K-mart is waiting here for you!
Is that hair, yours
I brought it
Are you sure that it’s yours
I wear it
wHat cha say you better step off girl!
Is that man yours?
I said so
Are you sure
Amen, sister
wHat cha say you better step off girl!
Keep your eyes in your head
Stop lookN at my man
Sur’nuff you’ll be sad
Step off girl go get your own
7/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Play, The Music's Beat
Cha, Cha, Dancing!
Steps From The Floor.
Jorrin's Treats Rhythm's Score,
A Cha, Cha, Cha, Dancing
Show's Born!!
Somethings gonna get you;
somethin' got it's eye on you;
Open and shutting mouth
What's a beak gonna do;
Chew you up and down;
Peck you on your sunburn arm;
Spit in your eyes;
Scratch your thigh;
Why, Oh why;
It's crawling out you onto your lips;
A fever blister bout to bust;
It's licking at your eyes;
In tears of pain you cry;
My, my, my...
Why, why, why...
what's cha gonna do when the Duck-mole comes for you;
You don't think it's true, don't blink;
what's cha gonna do when the Duck-mole comes for you;
9/14/82
James Edward Lee & Gary Boyle ©1982
Base on Gary Boyle character and song
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