It seems no matter what store I enter, someone is crouching down, and their butt crack is peeking out, greeting me, what the heck is that!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Without even trying, I ve seen more butt cracks and thongs than a lingerie photographer.
So I've composed an ode to this new form of communication ("greetings"),
identification ("oh there's Sally in frozen foods"),
and information ("that's a size 8 encased in a size 2").......
"BUTT CRACKS ON PARADE" (SUNG TO THE TUNE OF "UNFORGETTABLE")
Butt cracks on parade
they bend and sway,
all colors, shape, and size
they fill your day
Just go into any sto---------re
you ll view one butt crack, than three more
all ages you see,
nineteen to fifty-threeeeeee
Some are very sweet,
some seem forlorn.
some of them sprout stuff
you shuck off corn
why is there so much
hair
there------
get a waxing, use some nair
if your rump it must be
bare
in the aisle
OH
Butt cracks on parade
unleashed by low hanging pants
i try not to stare,
as they take their stance
I m here to seek out
a canned ham
a jar of jam
a tasty leg of lamb
not an ass about TO burst from it's dam
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