A 20 line poem, each line with a synonym of keister, telling a cute, small story |
Fun With Synonyms The pirate grabbed the booty, but didn’t get very far, He was quickly nabbed on the spot, and put right behind bars. He fell on entering the cell, and landed on his glutes, Saw his friend on his butt, with whom he’d been in cahoots. He scrambled to his feet before finally taking a seat, Rubbed his bum and looked at his friend, who was white as a sheet. “Hey Duff what’s wrong with you, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” “Well hell you Arse, look at you. In here, far from the coast.” “That’s what happens when your mind gets clouded, by a piece of tail. But I’ll not be sitting on my can long, for soon I’ll set sail. I’m going to hide in the caboose, on the next train to town, Getting my derriere out of here, escaping from the crown.” “Good for you Matey, I’m at the bottom, down on my luck, Been down so long my rump looks up, guess it’s here I’m stuck.” “Not a chance my friend, come with me! Get up off your fanny, Need someone to watch my rear, to run we’ll have to be canny.” The two of them made their escape, taking along a few buns, Guarded each other’s backside while they were on the run. They reached their destination, buttocks stiff and sore, Relaxed on their posteriors, never pirating anymore. Jim Dorrell October 4th, 2011 |