Butts Poems - Poems about Butts

Certainly. There's lotsa stuff that's no more. Certainty, like death, is forever. Change stops when you're dead. Change does just that, keeps changing. You can give up smoking yet you can't give up changing. Gave up smokin' fifty years ago. Cigarettes, ash trays, things of my past. There's something about ashes everyone eventually ends up there. Many of us make ashes of ourselves. These Ifs surely can...

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No big butts for him. He liked her slim. Turn around, turned on, he couldn’t deny it, when she slipped on those padded briefs. She modeled those steamy lacy undies and now he loves, even more, of his wife. 8/31/2022...

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An A.P.* who was filling in To read aloud on Zoom Just grabbed a book his own kids faved And thereby met his doom. The second graders loved it But it didn’t make the cut With his boss, because the title talked Of needing a new butt. The humor’s aimed at children And describes, in certain parts, The different types of derrieres And also talks of...

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Precisely why are we here today working out butts off for so little pay When will we have universal basic income For that, let's get out there and bang the drum Work can be tedious, deadly, demeaning especially when it's arduous scrubbing and cleaning They say that 'Hard work's never hurt anyone' What if...

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Little Jonny returns with a brand-new toy. He’s back under the bleachers, this naughty little boy. He’s got a cattle prod that he has named King Tut. It’s fully charged and ready to zap someone in the butt. He looks front to back and side to side. He spots a plump quarter moon and smiles with pride. It’s little Susie’s Mom...

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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...

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Life should never include ifs, ands, or butts Especially the butts, they're made for those who lust There's something about anuses Attached to gorgeous waitresses Maintain your composure, remain calm you must...

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They say in life you should start at the bottom and work your way up Butt your bottoms in the middle, I’m betwixt, in between Well that’s a bit of a bummer which way do I turn My only saving grace is your bottom is so gorgeous So I’m in no rush to pull away The view is unbelievable, what...

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you see its you look you get hook you won't touch you so its so much sometime you get its SEX AND BIG BUTT...

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Butts and iffs Too bee or knot two bee, When hole poetree can bee red strait, Why mite we sale on the stormy waive ? Too bee or knot two bee, Throwns waited for there mitey kings, Morning there death butt time would sing, Two bee or knot too bee, Queen that rained(reigned) till cheque was maid, Umpires are lost in mad love...

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A big butt is my sister’s curse Her landmark is legend of verse Small minds would unwrap As sun it would sap Her clothes need a map to transverse...

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Ned was grandma's billy goat, The meanest goat in town; Every time you crossed his path, He'd try to butt you down! Buddy was our neighbor, A twisted lil' teen; He always nagged that billy goat, For that's what made him mean! Fate caught up to Buddy, We had an awful scare; He slipped on muddy soil,...

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Bud's Butts, have become a profound thought and display of art, from his natural ...

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