Hotcha! Hotcha!

Check me out!

Perpetual jazz hands,

Tiny fingertips jangling,

snapping to the stride rhythm heartbeat.

When someone blew dandelion fluff at me,

I made a dozen wishes bungee jump.

I live for heavy eyeliner, mood lighting, and

the spotlight.

Gimme gimme, says a shimmy.

C’mere, c’mere, beckons the tassel.

You can’t hold me.

I twist gleefully free.