Leave it Behind
I will not let define me, what happens behind me,
I am tied up with important stuff.
If my tushie is fair, only takes up one chair,
If it fits in clothes, that is enough!
'Does my bum look too big? ' is another girls gig,
I never look back for diversions.
If I choose to not to see it, I don't have to believe it,
I can dream up a thousand new versions
The one in my mind, is quite well defined,
It's tanned ‘til the line where it's not.
It's smooth and well toned, shaped like 2 domes,
Like a ripe peach or apricot
I don't mind the ruse, I simply refuse,
To miss out food that's delicious.
If it's up to my answer, I have the form of a dancer,
Look behind me, I'm boootylicious.
If you have a problem, with a butt that's been wobblin'
On every given day of the week
Take a tip from me, pretend you don't see
Or I'll tell you to kiss my cheek; ^)
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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