Old Man Jogging Poem by Jim Meyerholtz

i can't get too exact for the fear of being rude
out my window i saw an old fat man jogging nude

he caught my eye, there he was
parts shaking i didn't think would budge

he passed by my window in all his glory
the back side show itself now it gets gory

with a back that could serve as a western prairie
yes it was that hairy

a river of sweat ran down that back
Towhere it was buffered and slowed before the crack

Buffered by what you say?
Little brown berry from a meal yesterday

my mind wanders as to which is worse
the one that watches, or the one that jogs nude