Tooty Fruity Booty Poem by Xelam Kan™
Tooty Fruity Booty
Since turned SEXteen, I'm
enkindled by sensations strange:
itching, hot, but serene,
and try to seek rainbow
in my sleepless nights,
thou' scare if go outside.
Oh the problem is my sheer physique:
when my jiggly bum and
jugs are viewd,
then the wild luxury of MAN
is sprung upon me
like the buzzing bees.
And when a flirty wind tickles
my ever growing streaching shirt,
I can see their sordid fantasies
in their lusty, stinky looks,
and they call me then
a tooty fruity booty.
But I'm a bitter pill to swallow,
they surely don't know.
I must thank you for a lovely portrayal of a teenager merging with youth with its own charms and fantasies as well as the fantasies of onlookers. Just amazing stuff. Thanks.
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5/9/2024 4:35:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I may change viewd to viewed when I put this in my Sept.2018 showcase of poems by PH poets of the Indian subcontinent. [oh! did I mention streaching is stretching the truth of the spelling of stretching? ? ] I bet I know WHAT stretches towards her! NO! not THAT! ! Their hands, silly. the ending made me laugh; a small laugh but laugh it WAS. bri :) thanks. I hope you are surviving comfortably enough. bri :)