Thunder Thighs Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

When I hear it, the rumble from the skies
I know that they're coming those thunder thighs
Thighs that I'm so glad don't belong to you
Thighs I love to joke about and I know you do too

The friction they cause when they rub together
Keeps their owners warm in freezing cold weather
Unaware that them may spontaniously combust
And leave them in a pile of ashes and dust

Thunder thighs you see them eveerywhere
Whether standing up or sitting in a chair
A chair that looks like it's about to burst
But not if those thunder thighs explode firet