Short Rear End Poems
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She had quite a leaky old bladder,
and a rear end as flat as a platter,
she went to the store,
cant take it anymore,
Depends now makes her rear appear fatter.
Rough desperate cowgirl Etta,
Really should have known better,
When she finally got a boyfriend
She quickly branded his rear end,
He surely did live to regret her.
Want To Propose
This is what I want to propose
If fly is open and it shows
How far down must it go
Before rear end starts to show
Felt a tingling in my toes.
Jim Horn
I never get tired of looking at you
I never get tired
of looking at you
my dear
I love your face
I love your breasts
I love especially your rear end
carnally enticing to me
Pity the poor porcupine
on what kind of chair can it dine
It cannot sit on its rear end
for its quills will not bend
And if it stands on its head
it will surely be dead
When buying clothing in latter years
Allow room to grow, especially 'bout the rear
For some strange reason
The rear end region
Is destined to expand much faster than your ears
I've started to freak out, I've run outta gas
Can't think of giggly stuff that will tickle your ass
Maybe an elderly lady
Naked near eighty
Shielded my eyes for fear of a rear-end rash
Backward
Bashful, Reversed
Retreating, Inverting, Retiring
Bigot, Rear End; Progress, Frontage
Advancing, Developing, Growing
Cultured, Civilized
Forward
written August 23, 2021
Me? Mature??! Ha! I still laugh when
The ketchup bottle “farts”... into convulsions I descend
Immature you say
From reality I stray
Giggle when I see a lady's skirt tucked up in her rear end
A baboon at the zoo cleverly
made gestures to me like a friend,
then turned right around, displaying to me
his giant red ugly rear end!
Aug. 23, 2017 for the Animal Nonsense Poetry Contest
they are beatnik cats, their house is a bit much I was told.
Their colors were all warm – purples, reds, pinks, all bold.
I love it here I said, sitting down in a cozy sixties beatnik chair.
Of course, by the time I left my rear end was full of cat hair.
they are beatnik cats, their house is a bit much I was told.
Their colors were all warm – purples, reds, pinks, all bold.
I love it here I said, sitting down in a cozy sixties beatnik chair.
Of course, by the time I left my rear end was full of cat hair.
We are taking the dog to the vet today
He weighs as much as I did when I was a bride
His rear end is bigger than mine
I cannot do it alone
I dread this, my husband says
I can relate
I dread it too
Not the car ride, but the shots
We don’t like anyone hurting our dog.
Nosferatu, I got a ear for this ship.
I'm all ears.
Predominantly black, attire twill and tweed.
Intriguing to the stem
Nosferatu
Projection with black cinema.
With a rear end like black velveteen.
Satin and wool like a sheep.
That never goes to sleep.
In my conure' owl state.
They asked the fox about his witness.
He pointed to his tail.
They asked the dog about his witness.
He pointed to the baboon.
They asked the gorilla about his witness.
He pointed to his rear end.
Tail is tail.
* Six lines poem that has three micro stories; the seventh line is so short conclusion.
Beat up old Ford,
along the freeway,
rear end jacked,
flat tire is off,
the trunk is open
and the dentritus
of a life exposed.
Clothes, empty brake
fluid cans,
children's toys,
a paper back book,
loose pages dancing
in the traffic,
flat spare tire and
tools left lying
impotent in a frozen
moment.
represented- projected reflected
from everywhichaway today is
everyday & what can i say i'm
working towards the end & my
reasons are in the air (i don't care)
but i'll defend, give you a spank
on the rear end. don't commend
the likes of me cuz you like me
continue to shock- startling
developments which i systematic
ally destroy.
There was a Jewish man from Andorra
Who singed his rear end on a menorah
Sparks flew to his feet
Providing this treat
He sure danced one mean Chanukah hora
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Notes:
A menorah is the special Chanukah lamp lit for eight nights
The hora is a traditional Jewish/Israeli celebratory circle dance
Lit up like a Christmas tree
Is papa after his festive drink
He’s a funny one
Can’t hold his tongue
Dances and he sings
Words that make no sense
Long winded when he’s bent
He gives a Ted Talk
About how to stand tall
And falls on his rear end
Despite his huge blue pride
He knew too drunk to drive
In his sloppy stupor
He calls an Uber
Goes home to angry wife
She wasn’t sure
If he had paid her
A compliment or an insult,
When he patted her posterior
And called her a bubble butt...
Wikipedia states: "Bubble butt" has at least two connotations, which are at odds with each other: either a small, round and firm pair of buttocks resembling a pair of soap bubbles next to each other, or a large rear end, seemingly about to burst from the strain.
Unique
Elite swimmer
brown, tailless, Pied-billed Grebes
can float, dive or simply submerge
graceful
dark eyes
cinnamon tone
heard but not often seen
rear end feet, lobed toes, poor flier
gawky
small bird
solitary
widespread, but rarely seen
dramatic silent crash-diver
decent
patient
near to nest bowl
I hide in marsh water
to capture still clear reflection
I wait
Are Best Won
Found football for fools
With their ridiculous rules
Different thoughts of schools.
Mules sure are stubborn
Must hit again and again
In of course rear end.
Football have to boot
As I sit like an old coot
Loudly have to hoot.
Super Bowl just won
Whole team will sit in the sun
Now they are best one
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
AWAY IN A RED BULL
Away in a Red Bull
No speed limit here
I drive at two hundred
I’m born with no fear
I catch the Mercedes
And pass it with ease
From then on my rear end
Is all that he sees
I enter the pit lane
The pit crew awake
Four tyres in three seconds
No error they make
No one can stay near me
And each night I pray
That always and ever
That’s how it will stay
This 1966 mustang that i own
It unique and thinks it has it own throne
Oh yes it drives
Thats until the engine dies
Was this car ever fast
To me it seems out classed
Since last year I've worked on this car
Everyone knows i haven't got that far
But i know it has potential
Even thought i just broke it rear end differential
It doesn't roar
And no its not like that greek god thoar
More or less its funny
I should call it a big lovable bunny
~ CONFUSED MALE CANARY ~
There once was a confused male canary
Who fancied himself a real cute faerie
He found a male friend
Peered in his rear end
Pulled out a note: "Hi, My name's Mary."
~ POOR KITTEN NAMED **** ~
Sue took in a poor kitten she named ****
Showed her a reefer, some really good stuff
**** whipped out a badge
Inscribed with this adage
You were busted when you took your first puff