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Aug. 29th, 2005 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
artemisdartHeh heh, someone on the poetry site I frequent posted a mini-poem (doggerel, really) in the message board section about rear ends. It was simply loaded with historical references. I can't match that, but I did come up with this:
O double orbs of derriere
O counterpart to office chair
A fundamental item, you
Define our nation, through and through.
O bifurcated gluteus,
You're far too often maximus,
For former times' hindquarters, yet
Become this age's hind-octets.
For Fanny Farmer we acclaim
While packing mouths with chocolate shame
And eager to flee calisthenics
We bottom out on sites poetic.
As every day we fall behind
Our thighs get more and more confined
Through denim jeans or miniskirt
Our rumps confess our last dessert.
A cry to haunches far and wide:
Let every bum cast shame aside
Let's challenge this, our last frontier
And boldly cry: "Charge to the rear!"
O double orbs of derriere
O counterpart to office chair
A fundamental item, you
Define our nation, through and through.
O bifurcated gluteus,
You're far too often maximus,
For former times' hindquarters, yet
Become this age's hind-octets.
For Fanny Farmer we acclaim
While packing mouths with chocolate shame
And eager to flee calisthenics
We bottom out on sites poetic.
As every day we fall behind
Our thighs get more and more confined
Through denim jeans or miniskirt
Our rumps confess our last dessert.
A cry to haunches far and wide:
Let every bum cast shame aside
Let's challenge this, our last frontier
And boldly cry: "Charge to the rear!"
