Butter my Butt and Call Me a Biscuit



Claim to shame

Was when she found

Her skirt tucked into

Her pantyhose one day

The dilemma was diffused

By her spirited twerking

As she made her way through the crowd

Who found themselves trapped into watching

As her buns jiggled through the restaurant

Β©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben


21 responses to “Butter my Butt and Call Me a Biscuit

  1. Lol! Brilliant, Love the imagery; I can so see it – and I’m laughing.

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  2. That is so funny! I have always had a paranoia about emerging from the ladies Room with my skirt tucked into my panties. Haha it’s so great that you articulated this in your poem. I’m still laughing over here!

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  3. Lol “jiggling buns” πŸ˜‚

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  4. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ I do so love your spiritedness!!

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  5. Choke, sputter, gasp! I’m laughing so hard I can barely see. Who said poetry had to be boring??? No one EVER! I absolutely love this poem. Too funny. I’ve shared on MeWe, too. ❀

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  7. Made me laugh! Love it! πŸ™‚

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  8. Well, this had me cracking up, lol. Why don’t people tell each other when stuff like this happens? So odd! I do, but I guess it’s all in how you say things I suppose. A nice read. And I love the title!!


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  9. That title! Ha, ha, ha! I love your Etheree poem but I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes. Oops! πŸ˜‰ ❀

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