Belly And Thighs Need Not To Collide

I witnessed those buns run.
I remember the times,
That wouldn't be done.
And when they rolled,
It wasn't any fun.
Enormous they were.
And they stunned.

I witnessed those buns run.
I remember the times,
That wouldn't be done.
And when they rolled,
It wasn't any fun.
Enormous they were.
And they stunned.

Determination with a haste takes priority.
When a load begins to slow and start to show.

A belly and thighs need not to collide.
With a butt that grows and grows.
One's heart begins to know it,
Once attention is bestowed.

And eyes of passersby are frozen.
Staring with open mouths,
Hard to close!

I witnessed those buns run.
I remember the times,
That wouldn't be done.
And when they rolled,
It wasn't any fun.
Enormous they were.
And they stunned.

A belly and thighs need not to collide.
With a butt that grows and grows.
One's heart begins to know it,
Once attention is bestowed.
And one who carries fat,
Can dropp it off their back!
To allow others walking on the sidewalk to pass.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

and you never had one ounce of fat on you lol beginning to think all you do is sit and think things up like this to write about