Under the Bleachers - By Seamore Butts

Under the bleachers, I do declare. Some undergarments and underwear. All exposed with little fear. Will anyone see? It's not real clear. Little Johnny plots with rubber bands. While all these butts become his fans. These rubber bands, they soon will fly. Spectators will jump up for the sky. He strikes at will, the sting they bring. Both hands they cup, on buns they cling. Little Johnny laughs, heads for the hills. The screams he hears, does give him thrills.