Buns softly molded
so tempting to touch.
Not flat or fluffy--
you don't see 'that' much.
Freckled, white, brown, beige,
hotsy-totsy, plain,
no pair are the same.
In ev'ry country
they've different words
but a 'rumps' a rump
and birds are still birds.
Toasted or served fresh
most all buns are split.
In most hands they fit.
Some like to spread 'em . . .
but whate'er you do,
one pair is just fine.
I've a pair like you.
Buns small or buns large
for weiners, a barge
(like my friend, Marge).
Whatever . . . do beware . . .
there are buns every where.
Touch them only if you dare
and with love, finesse, care.
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Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on June 25, 2003
Can we have them with our coffee?
I always enjoy your humor, Sandy!
Sandra, welcome back. Missed ya. You also gotta watch out that those buns don't get moldy. Fine humor. Wonderful write. The sad part is, no matter where you go the buns always want to tagalong.
The Wholly Book of Doo-Doo-Rot-on-Me is adult satirical humor featuring adult language and adult content, and the work is a parody of the Old Testament Book of Deuteronomy.
I always enjoy your humor, Sandy!
YF
tony:)