Butt, Yes

I am the transport vehicle for a derrière, 

majestic, with rolling dimpled hills

separated by a great and mysterious divide.

This gluteal marvel , she refuses to be tamed,

though many times I have tried.

Her joyful dancing with exuberant abandon

is like rippling waves set to music;

and can be quite the standing ovation worthy jaw-dropper.

She will perform anywhere, anytime, and always.

There is nothing that can stop her.

She should never be called derogatory words,

she is no bottom nor behind, no butt of any joke.

Rather, she is eye-catching and strangely mesmerizing.

An un-choreographed and raw booty ballet,

Of a dangerously beautiful bad moon rising.

Seated, she is not confined to just her space,

and the spirit of her Viking fathers cheer

when she occupies all neighboring territories.

Her steady spread is inevitable and sure,

and one of our favorite Nordic hero stories.

Four teen aged boys caught sight of her today,

and yelled, "Fat Ass!" out their car window

she graciously accepted the adulation that is rightfully her due.  

They seemed so very very nice to her,

especially when they focused on her rear view.

She has been diminished at times.

Her vehicle exerting more and eating less.

Yet, her bodacious grandiosity will never be unseated

Though her latest battle was with a new and stronger foe,

Butt yes, Spanx has been defeated.