Put your bubbly bottom on
my flat outstretched palms
and your arms on mine
But it's really your bottom
I'm purposed to feel
I've felt the bottoms of kings
and queens
and Presidents and CEOs
and all manner of beings
and there's one common truth
you must all know
your bottoms hold:
You're all made of hot air
(And that's saying it politely)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My Man! How's it hangin' Raj? So glad to see you are still writing and based on this little yarn...very much still in your quality groove! Hope all is well in your world, good friend since 2009, I believe! ~FjR~
Well, here I am, Frank....certainly we have been friends in poetry since 2009...good to see you...well, Ive been just lying low, reading and writing when I can...just taking it easy, Frank...