...a little poem...

A little poem I wrote waiting for a movie in a theater.

I think that I shall never see
a thing as monstrous as what’s in front of me.
For on, I’m sure, those weak dimpled knees
is an ass so filled with cottage cheese.
And I know that if it shook;
A small village to God, would be took.
An ass this large can not be any thing less then size triple Z
Those seams do seem,
to do nothing but quietly scream.
And so I worry that this giant mass
will do nothing to move her ass.
Although if white were stretched and worn;
upon that giant cycloram’, the movie could be shown.
But alas I sit never flinching to stray
in the vein hopes she gets OUT OF F’ING MY WAY!