This is a short poem from Morag Mortimer-Smythe, I hope you enjoy it. If you do, she has some other wonderful articles on Associated Content.
Thank You For Being There
Without my butt I could not dance
Nor wear my sexy underpants
I couldn’t walk or run or jog
Or make those smells and blame the dog
Have nowt to itch in bed at night
And nowt to hold my legs on tight
Nothing to plop down on a chair
So thank you butt for being there
(hold that thought – off for a quick scratch…)
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