Arse Poetica

(After Sir Mix-a-Lot with apologies to Archibald MacLeish)

An arse should be palpable and ripe
As a globed fruit,

Round
As soap bubbles in the air,

Low to the bass-worn dance floor
In tight jeans and Daisy Dukes

An arse should lift me up, in trouble,
Ready to yell “timber”.

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An arse should not be motionless in time,
But like the Jell-O jiggles,

Revealing, as the g-string escapes,
Cheek by cheek, the night-untangled rump,

Packing junk in the truck,
Like the Griswold’s on vacation.

An arse should not be motionless in time
But as the Jell-O jiggles.

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An arse should be equal to:
36-24-36.

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