Some women’s bums are standard size, <br />while others’ are humungous, <br />and some are daintier than pies <br />of mushroom-flavored fungus. <br />Some are shaped like pigskin balls <br />while others are much rounder, <br />some are high as prison walls, <br />and flatter than a flounder. <br />They sometimes don’t match either tit, <br />and may be callipygian <br />although the bosom’s not a hit, <br />and breast is linked to pigeon. <br />Some, like men’s moustaches, droop, <br />while other are far firmer <br />than Chinese tourists in a group <br />from whom you’ll hear no murmur <br />because they are polite. I’m not. <br />When I catch any glimpse <br />of bums of someone who is hot, <br />without a man who crimps <br />my style by seeming to possess her, <br />I raise my hand like Moses <br />against Amalek, be they lesser <br />or greater than their noses, <br />for natural these assets are, <br />and therefore must be treasured <br />by hands as well as eyes afar <br />that help them to be measured. <br /> <br /> <br />12/28/05<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bum-rap/
