With a jiggle and bounce,
As if to pounce...
Those rears.
Jellied.
Swish and sway.
In a rotating to convey,
A prioritized eating...
Seated with a sitting,
On a backside preyed.
Stretched closed to outdo limits.
And snuggling to fit into anything,
Seems to be a miraculous undertaking.
With no adherence to dress codes known to show,
A proof of ever having a fidelity to them believed.
There are minds of those who publicly invite,
A staring that entices...
Mouths to open as wide as possible.
And unable to close lips together tight,
Without them being bitten.
'Can you believe...? '
~Yes!
I can.
But still...
It's unbelievable! ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem