Celebrate Your Wobbly Bits
As I lay upon the floor
Hubby at the bedroom door
Ready and steady
What girl could ask for more
A smile upon his face
A twinkle in his eye
Jogging on the spot
A shy man he is not
Preparing his pace
I give him the nod
I am ready now to go
and waiting for my beau
One
Two
Three
Go, go, go…
He pushes
He shoves
He thrusts
He shunts
I wiggle
I waggle
I jiggle
I twist
But still they resist
We collapse on the floor
exhausted and bushed
we shoved and we pushed
In the end we gave in
As I slowly stand up
All that thrusting and yanking
has really worn us out
So beside my open window
with one almighty shout
lifting up my arms
I throw my Spanx* pants out
I am free
I can fly...
For despite hubby's efforts
I could not get them on
Watching them fly high
we both burst into song
and now we love my wobbly bits
in Spanx they don't belong
The moral of this story
is to truly celebrate
those lovely
cuddly
wobbly bits
are part of you - don't ever hate
So
flaunt them
love them
shake them all about
Dress them in chiffon
and let them all hang out…
Written 11th August 2019
*Spanx Shapewear - That Will Make You Feel More Slender & Elegant
Contest Strand Select L
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd Place
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
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