I swear I'll be gentle to my rear
I'll use the best tissue, never fear.
"Cause when I'm nice to my behind
It gives me such a peace of mind.
I don't want that thin, cheap stuff
I use more & more, it's never enough.
Give me the best and I'll be happy.
That's the end of my poem, it's getting crappy.
© Kat Bryan 2009
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5 comments:
Oh, Kat, that's a hoot! Very clever writing!
Glad you enjoyed it.
Funny!
I laughed out loud and enjoyed your site. I couldn't read it all, but I like your poem. Another Iowa girl. Thanks for the laugh.
Mardi, your comments today both pleased and surprised me. I haven't written any poems in ages. Guess I should take some time and try again. Glad I made you laugh!
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