Short Butts Poems

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


You Like Big Butts

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
Form: Limerick


Premium Member No Big Butts

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

Premium Member No Ifs, Ands Or Butts

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
Form: Limerick

Ifs And Butts

The jig was up and the seller got the shaft as the fletcher (all a-quiver) pricing feathers (more arrows for to craft) saw the target total cost (legal tender) as sky-high (yet altho' not immoral) let fly and shot his bolt (at the vender) which started quite the quirky quarrel
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Working Our Butts Off

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 we find out ~ They're totally wrong!
Form: Couplet


Bud's Butts

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

               touch.  Come one, Come all to The Bud

               Royers Cafe, in Roundtop,Texas.  And

               Inhale Bud's Butts.  Truly, you will leave

               elated and fulfilled from his wonderous

               Art Of Cooking and Loving Diningroom

                Pure Thoughts.
art
Form:

Premium Member 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.
Form: Rhyme

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