Where Once Was My Butt!
I fancied a look in the mirror
My horror could not have been clearer
Where once was my butt
Sits, I don’t know what
I dare not now stand any nearer
There’’re so many new lines and creases
Dismay at this sight never ceases
Yet, it’s what I see
This butt is on me
At least there are still just two pieces!
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2024
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