This is a short poem from Morag Mortimer-Smythe called “Thank You For Being There“, I hope you enjoy it.
I first came across Morag when she used to write on a now defunct site, Associated Content.
She now publishes her works on Amazon and you can find them there.
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…)