Cowgirl's Offer (PnQ Ball)

Although she enjoyed the dance,
With The Wiz up in the lights,
Cowgirl should have probably mentioned,
That she’s afraid of heights.
Though catching her breath now,
From The Wiz and Counts game,
She stands a little shocked,
At the monkey up in flame.
Did he really just curse,
Her fellow friends?
With a pitchfork and magic,
And that quirky little grin?
“What in the world?!”
She cries with a southern drawl,
Is going down tonight,
At this eventful ball.
Through the magic and music,
And a monkeys abnormality,
Haven’t y’all ever heard,
Of southern hospitality?
So with a flip of her curls,
And those red lips in a smirk,
She struts to the dance floor,
Eyes following like clockwork.
If y’all are quite done with your magic,
Your monkey, and your satanic ways,
Do you dare enter the dance floor,
To help set it ablaze?
If you do,
Please join her on the floor,
But there is one thing,
That she must first implore-
Talk with your hips,
And not with your mouth,
And let Cowgirl show you,
How we party down south.