I think that I shall never see
Women as varied as these three.
A woman whose slender waist is prest
Between her shapely butt and breasts;
A woman who looks at God all day,
To thank Him for her face He made;
A woman who may in Summer wear
A tent of canvas round her rear;
Beneath whose bottom darkness falls;
And megafauna repair to doze.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But that big mama fell out the ugly tree.
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