From One Buttock To Another Poem by shimon weinroth

Buttocks are not there,
for the sole purpose of sitting,
they seperate the legs from the waist,
carry the torso and head,
their shapely form, holds up the back

sways and swishes as one walks,
for some, the curves magnetize
others do not succumb, it is but
common place, often called bum, rump
or behind, a sometime place for punishment

and to be reminded, may be patted, pinched
kissed or caressed, dressed to attract
has a life of its own, and other functions
well known