Do The Junky Jiggle! Poem by John W. McEwers

I'm picking up a rotisserie chicken from
the super market
and this super lady comes to say hi to me.

Really, she just dropped her melons and I picked them up for her,
a little bruised, but she put them back on the rack
and we both laughed at corporate misfortune.

Her name was Sandra with the green eyes
and she liked rotisserie chickens too.

I asked her to dance right there in the store
and she was like, whoa, why so forward?
but sure enough, she did the junky jiggle
when that Cream song started playing on the
super market radio.

Sandra with the green eyes green eyes
dancing
to the Cream
on the super market
radio.