by Laurie Kolp
If I never see those dancing booties again,
I will be as happy as a kid in summer.
I cannot stand those “dancing moms,”
who pop up all over the place
and try to lure me back to college-
I’d rather become a plumber.
These “moms” swing their arms up in the air
as they do the back-booty-bump,
appearing all over, out of nowhere,
they make me want to gag.
If Obama wants me back in school
Chippendale dancers he should send
not only would they tantalize me,
in college I’d be by week’s end.