Miss Keshia's Strut Poem by Wykeshia McCallister

When Miss Keshia struts,
All the folks stop work.
The boss starts yelling,
'I didn't hire you to strut! '

She has a kind of rhythm
That she gives the ground.
Even the birds stops singing,
And the cows looked around.

That certain swing she has,
The other girls can't get.
Although they have tried hard,
They haven't got it yet.

She's about five-feet-two
And her hair is evenly cut.
She has a bewitching smile,
But best of all is her strut.