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…)