Poem about my bum.
Without my butt I could not dance
Nor wear my sexy underpants
I couldn’t walk or run or jog
Or make those smells to blame the dog
Nothing to itch in bed at night
And nowt to hold my legs on tight
Nothing to plop down on a chair
So thank you butt for being there
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