Hula Hoop Poem by Lamar Cole

Hula Hoop



On a sunny windy day in May.
Cindy could be found hard at play.
The guys were lined up like troops.
Watching Cindy work that hula hoop.
Shaking it from neck to hips to legs.
Performance more spicier than nutmeg.

Sunday, June 11, 2017
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