Ode To My Bottom
Some people take their bottoms forgranted,
with this gift of mine may I never end up slanted.
It silently rides on my backside never repressing,
see that I see mine as a blessing.
It is connected to my curvy hips ever so sweet,
I know I'll never have to worry about finding a seat.
I know I have a little wiggle jiggle there,
for I always have my portable squishy chair.
I know I couldn't ask for a more perfect butt than that,
even if some would call mine big or fat.
I don't pay attention to them because they're jealous of mine,
I am happy and blessed with it, for it is the Goddess' design.
Some people take their bottoms forgranted,
with this gift of mine may I never end up slanted.
It silently rides on my backside never repressing,
see that I see mine as a blessing.
It is connected to my curvy hips ever so sweet,
I know I'll never have to worry about finding a seat.
I know I have a little wiggle jiggle there,
for I always have my portable squishy chair.
I know I couldn't ask for a more perfect butt than that,
even if some would call mine big or fat.
I don't pay attention to them because they're jealous of mine,
I am happy and blessed with it, for it is the Goddess' design.
