patch work Poems
|8.||Fat Bottom Girl||10/1/2009|
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Peeking under blankets seems silly enough to me,
though truth be told, I do like what I see.
Don't misconstrue my words, I was merely trying to say,
it wasn't your flesh but you soulful heart that takes my breath away!
Slim Jim's, donuts, cakes and pies
Extra-Thick chocolate milk shakes, burgers and fries,
they scream conjuring twisted lullabies.
My ears covered I can still hear their cries.
You didn't mean to hurt my thighs
or chase away all the guys.
I will forgive you of this, although I despise
that my azz has become 5x greater in size!