Short Bootie Poems

Short Bootie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bootie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bootie by length and keyword.


Premium Member Treasured Booty

a baby bootie
ecstatically clings to her
clear garrison cap —
the navy does not issue
children in sailor’s seabag

3/6/2020
Form: Tanka


Premium Member My Doggie Is a Cutie

Cutie, cutie, My dogie a cutie patootie Sites on my boobies Wagging its happy bootie As it eats my fruity Strawberry smoothie While we’re watching a movie 1/20/2022
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
dog
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Lovely Firm Bootie

A young girlie with a nice pair of boobies Also owned a lovely firm bootie Sure didn't mind sharing Us guys we were staring Spilled our coffee while gawking at this cutie © Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Lovely Firm Bootie

A young girlie with a nice pair of boobies Also owned a lovely firm bootie Sure didn't mind sharing Us guys we were staring Spilled our coffee while gawking at this cutie © Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick

The Sea

The sea carries many ghosts
Their past pain, in waves, it hosts
I cannot swim within it
The tides force me to submit

Yes, I see its rich beauty
I also see its darkness
Bones in chains are its bootie
Moonlit, despite its starkness

05/28/2018
Form: Rhyme


From Why I Should Be Your Lover

I think I like this
Yeah this the one
My sexy mid drift
gonna show it off
ooh yeah
enough lace showing
sheer back bottoms
got my bootie showin

my sexy mid drift
be turning heads
get who I want
in my bed
My sexy mid drift
got it going on
My sexy mid drfit
my sexy thong
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Picked Up By the Watutsi

The watusi came into my life when I wanted to be down
She shook her bootie and promptly turned me around.
I did not want to buy in, so she tossed me on the ground.
Then began playing a jazzy up-beat kind of sound.
Stop it! I yelled with a glower; my face horribly frowned.
She laughed with delight and spun me quickly around.
I found myself dancing; my joy was immediately found.
I am so very grateful for the watusi who came swiftly around.
Form: Rhyme

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