I witnessed those buns run. <br />I remember the times, <br />That wouldn't be done. <br />And when they rolled, <br />It wasn't any fun. <br />Enormous they were. <br />And they stunned. <br /> <br />I witnessed those buns run. <br />I remember the times, <br />That wouldn't be done. <br />And when they rolled, <br />It wasn't any fun. <br />Enormous they were. <br />And they stunned. <br /> <br />Determination with a haste takes priority. <br />When a load begins to slow and start to show. <br /> <br />A belly and thighs need not to collide. <br />With a butt that grows and grows. <br />One's heart begins to know it, <br />Once attention is bestowed. <br /> <br />And eyes of passersby are frozen. <br />Staring with open mouths, <br />Hard to close! <br /> <br />I witnessed those buns run. <br />I remember the times, <br />That wouldn't be done. <br />And when they rolled, <br />It wasn't any fun. <br />Enormous they were. <br />And they stunned. <br /> <br />A belly and thighs need not to collide. <br />With a butt that grows and grows. <br />One's heart begins to know it, <br />Once attention is bestowed. <br />And one who carries fat, <br />Can dropp it off their back! <br />To allow others walking on the sidewalk to pass.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/belly-and-thighs-need-not-to-collide/
