Buttocks of Divine Delight (A Whimsey)
O buttocks of divine delight,
You give old ladies such a fright,
They wince and shudder at the sight
Of buttocks shining in the night!
And tits and thighs and pubic hair
Have driven wise men to despair,
But don't they realise the joy
Awaiting every girl and boy?
The time has come to sup the wine,
What's mine is yours, and yours is mine!
Let's mingle minds and bodies too,
Their marriage is now overdue! !
Don't be afraid of Love's sweet pleasure,
It's waiting there for you to treasure,
But the corpse will shiver in the tomb
Far from the comfort of the womb!
The maggots will enjoy the feast
When every living thought has ceased,
The human frame will turn to dust
That once rejoiced in carnal lust! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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