Looking For My Ass
A poem remembering what's lost.
Where for art thou,
My old and missing friend,
You seemed to disappear with a pow,
And I thought we'd be together until the end!
I remember when they all looked at you,
The way you filled out those old Guess jeans,
Worrying about pants staying up, not something I had to do,
Nor would it ever be in my wildest dreams.
Over the years you had shrunken down,
Often reminding me to wear a belt,
Until I realized you left, and I began to frown,
You can't imagine how that felt.
My ass, please come home to me,
You kept my jeans from hanging too low,
I promise many squats to help work on thee,
So my jeans, no lower will they go!
Dammit, all to hell,
Where's my ass!
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
Comments (4)
LOL!!! ❤️❤️💕
Ha ha! Thanks for the giggle this morning 😂
Are you feeling a little behind with your writing, Jason?
That was funny 😁