Butt Poems - Poems about Butt

You spend a lifetime getting your head together. When you do then your butt falls apart!...

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Kissing butt may have advantage for achieving a higher station. Consider first the wear on knees if it’s your only occupation....

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BUTT ME-- Oh Jazz Age of prosperity and dissipation Jazz bands, bootleggers, raccoon coats Bathtub gin, flappers, flagpole sitters recitations Bootleggers, and marathon dancers boast Butt me Cigarettes, Cigars, Pipes, Smoke, Butt, Snuff, Bone, Coffin nail, Cancer stick smokes Looks Like the leaves are chopped up And are made into forms, that can be smoked we...

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He’s got a rutabaga butt, a rutabaga butt. My cousin has certainly got a rutabaga butt! Jerry was singing this loudly and proudly, like a clown. We could hear it coming, going and upside down. I felt sorry for his cousin though we had never met. You might hurt his feelings I told Jerry; better stop it. He kept singing, "he’s...

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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 ...

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Hugo Blais Dier and Alainise Val Ferda to express there concerns and opionions of "the Cool- Sweet Sassy Suitors" in modern Music. She wrote the book My Darn Music He wrote the Song "Modern Music".. Which sumber's night that lover's require atmosphere That the elapses shall sooth into moring each night before to be the start of specail and wonderful days. Us as Lover's. From a lack of interest in me to the perfect concern the...

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In pursuit of curves, some choose the lift, A quest for beauty, a transformative shift. But amidst the surgeries, a deeper tale, A journey where self-love might set sail. No judgment for choices, the paths we take, Yet ponder the reasons, the risks we undertake. Society's pressures, perceptions we bear, A world where self-worth is laid bare. South African souls, playing a role, In...

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I hate to be crass, but is my butt showing? It certainly was, all big, pink and glowing. We lied to grandpa, as grandma asked us too. He was so happy, he did the old soft shoe. The nurse gave us a wink, a nod and a thumbs up. They had been trying to get him to drink out of...

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He’s got a rutabaga butt, a rutabaga butt. My cousin has certainly got a rutabaga butt! Jerry was singing this loudly and proudly, like a clown. We could hear it coming, going and upside down. I felt sorry for his cousin though we had never met. You might hurt his feelings I told Jerry; better stop it. He kept singing, "he’s...

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We embarked on an adventure That was quite quixotic A scientific dream quencher Searching for exotics We started where we thought made sense Out on the sunning docks Where perhaps there’d be an immense Native Great White Butt Ox We packed all of our photo gear And pursued the best sights But only found local Striped Rear Aglow in the moonlight Before being tempted to browse We jumped...

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come here quickly said my sister her voice was two swishes above a whisper see that fly up there on the east bedroom wall? he showed me his butt, and it was not small. I laughed at this craziness, for I did not know the plotting butt-wiggling fly would soon dart below He also wiggled his posterior at me, in my...

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A woman decides to bare All her goods, she didn't dare She was ridicule Because she was nude She actually didn't care...

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I’m lunching with my bestie Mylie She’s upset and no longer smiley I ask her what’s wrong She said in my thong My bottom is no match for Kylie! I giggled and said stop your moans You're perfect not like Bridget Jones There will be no snickers At your thong or knickers We cannot all be Kylie clones! WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON Wearing a thong makes...

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A man wanted to be seen After wearing cut out butt jeans He enticed a crowd Who got very loud Because what he wore was obscene...

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He sits down there, holding a cigarette Looking up at the summer sky. He inhales the smoke inside his lang Then releases in an arm-long straight line. Sometimes he releases through his nostrils. Sometimes he exhales in small circles Floating on top of his head. He stares at the misty rings until they fade out, His sight traverses those circles to...

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