I have a tiny hinny,
One would never know it’s there,
Most people when they first see my hinny,
Say, that’s sure a cute tiny derriere’”.
Mom says I got my hinny from her side,
But dad says, she wishes she did,
Seems Mom’s hinny has gotten out of control,
From all those wasted calories and what they give.
I hope that when I grow up some day,
That my tiny hinny stays with me,
But for now I’ll just appreciate it,
Because I’m only three!
By: Linda Winchell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem