Lure of the Tush
Lure of the Tush
In a far and fair, fabulous land
There's a place it's called Bonnie Scotland
A lad was born in September that year
Strong and spirited wae nae fear
He grew up handsome and full of flash
His wallet aye full wae ready cash
Work piled in tae his delight
Made him bigger and brighter like a star studded night.
She was blonde and shiney - A breath o fresh air
Her looks, her demeanor and standing right there
Curvacous of breast, slim at the hip
Rose petals and Champagne at the lip
His head it was turned, And No going back
His thoughts were about getting her in the sack.
She winks, She flirts 'He looks not bad.'
She taunts and dances to the merry lad
A sidewards glance confirms her suspicion
He's weakened, he's desperate and now on a mission
She flicks her hair ignoring his glances
He's standing and wondering what's his chances
What will it take to woo and attract
Just at that she turns her back
What to do with a woman from Venus
He casts a glance at his standing
Give her the moon, A shove or a push
Now that's what they call the Lure of the Tush.
Written by Jinty 25/01/2018
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