Trouble Butt

Seems once upon a time, before my world of rhyme

There was a time when the butt was so innocent

It may have even carried a baby powder scent

Then came vaccinations and shots

And where did they aim? I should have forgot

As I watched the honey bees dance for their honey

Kept thinking how rear-end was not always funny

It was simply a round, protruding muscle

Helping to push along when we must hustle

The end result was just a lot of poop

That multiplied quickly while stuck in the coop

The Ins & Outs provided a better position

So quickly did we lose those vows of tradition

Butt being female, it still moves side to side

How else could we just relax & enjoy the ride?

If I tell them to butt out and go smoke a joint

I’d die of lung cancer/can sir

And what was my point?

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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