Foot tapp’n
	hips swaying
	gyrating
	supersized
	with extra
	jiggle
	on the sides
	she spices each order
	with salsa,
	rapped
	to go.

	

6 Responses to “FAST FOOD DANCER • by Richard M. O'Donnell”

1. Roberta SchulbergGoro Says:
   May 17th, 2010 at 10:19 am

   With the sense of “rap” meaning “rap on the door for friendly chat” I like the whole poem. I’d hate to think of it as a “rap on the door by a policeman” for her innocent salsa. If so, I hope she beats the rap.

   Good image I can see it clearly and jovially in my mind. AND – not to leave out my favorite delight in poetry – really good cadence.

2. Rick Says:
   May 17th, 2010 at 12:53 pm

   How about “Rap” as in Rap music?

3. rumjhum biswas Says:
   May 17th, 2010 at 9:48 pm

   Liked this neat visualization.

4. Roberta SchulbergGoro Says:
   May 18th, 2010 at 7:26 am

   Rick – Hey, a singer, that makes it even better!

5. Nancy Wilcox Says:
   May 21st, 2010 at 12:10 pm

   I love it. The scene is right in front of me, and I’m singing(and jiggling) along.

6. Ella Robinson Says:
   December 1st, 2010 at 11:43 am

   of course when you dont have time to cook, fastfoods would always be the best option …

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