Cha-Cha Charlie (for Charlie Kuchinsky)

A Rumba in Rhyme for a Scriber Sublime

Linda Ann Nickerson
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There once was a writer named Charlie,

Who'd mastered the art of the parley.

Then somehow by chance,

She started to dance

And turned all the beer back to barley.
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Excitement had filled her with glee,

And readership soared by degree.

So Charlie, she rose

On tips of her toes

And jigged for the rainclouds to flee.
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This happy dance caught on like flame,

And Charlie acquired a name.

With shamrocks and plume,

She slid 'cross the room,

So gleefully prancing to fame.

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Want to uncover the dancing background behind this poetic romp? It's in the comments on this AC article . . . and then this one.

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  • Lori Piper 6/27/2009

    love this

  • Charlotte Kuchinsky 6/16/2009

    I came back to read the poem to my grandchildren. Josh proclaims it "awesome!" Katelyn literally did fall on the floor laughing. But then she got up and proceeded to do my happy dance. I think you have helped launch a tradition in our family, well at least until they grow up and no longer deem it "cool."

  • Julia Bodeeb 6/15/2009

    Very cute!

  • John Smither 6/14/2009

    Well written poetry.

  • Charlotte Kuchinsky 6/12/2009

    ROTFL. I can't stop! This is just too precious for words. My grandson always wants me to do my happy dance for him and now my grand daughter is getting into as well. However, with my knee it isn't as much fun as before. It's like la la la OW la la la OWWW la la la OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. But I won't give it up until I can no longer do it. Thanks for this wonderful poem Linda. I'll cheristh it forever.

  • Greenhill 6/12/2009

    Very cool!

  • Sheryl Young 6/12/2009

    How cute and clever! And a good way to get the word out about some of your other recent articles - I'm not getting all notifications and AC isn't sending all of mine, either!

  • Missy H. 6/11/2009

    LOL, that was cool

  • Stephanie Michael 6/11/2009

    I agree! She is deserving of prose indeed! :) but your quick the poet yourself!

  • Janet Hunt 6/11/2009

    I absolutely love this... :-)

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