The Bum Sentry Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

She went out for a run and a wee
not a soul that the eye could see,
when she crouched in the grass
something bit her cute ass
and a dozen of drops hit her knee.

She said 'shit' but it was an expression
she'd performed in her early morn session,
it's a fact that a bite
from a wild critter might
cause expletives and indiscretion.

So the next time she went for a run
I said, let me come with you my Hon,
when she sat in the grass
I protected her ass
gently cradling each beautiful bun.

Said she 'that's what a running girl needs,
two strong hands for the bugs and the weeds,
though the piper was paid
and her sentry got laid,
now you know where a helping hand leads.