it goes like this

in the fourth grade,

when it rained

and recess outside

was cancelled,

our teacher

Ms. Ingrid from 
Ireland,

green eyed and red haired,

with a light

lisp,

would make us stand

at our desks,

then she'd put on a

45 record

with chubby checker

doing the twist.

okay, now class,

watch me

and you go like this.

so many years have gone

by, but

i'm still madly in love

with her,

remembering little of

what i learned

that year, but

never forgetting her

mesmerizing hips.