I strut my butt, and I’ll tell you what
When you’ve got a booty it’s your civic duty
To walk the walks and shake those ‘tocks
And haul your hocks around the block
When your behind is well defined
Don’t hide your posterior in the interior
Go get some air in that derriere
And strut your butt like you just don’t care!
Here’s a older photo for Tocktober, submitted by Andrew Y.
While you relax, all unawares
There lurks nearby the Thief of Chairs!
When you visit the bathroom, kitchen, you name it
This fiend slithers into your chair just to claim it
And when you return to your seat, snack in hand
You discover your rest won’t be going as planned
You’ve been displaced in that moment’s vacation
Now you must settle on some lesser location
And you may stand there and declare “It’s not fair!”
“This here is my house! That there is my chair!”
No matter how you may swear, stare or glare
The Chair Thief don’t care, he ain’t going nowhere
So off you repair to a deck chair somewhere
And declare “I forswear! It’s your chair, Teddy Bear”
O goddess of fate, how cruel and vain
Thou art, to see my hunger plain
Yet lend no aid, withhold thy favor
Deny my lips that which I savor
Shall I persist this vain endeavor
Or still my tongue and starve forever?
No! Firm I stand, and thus I ask it
Gift unto me a pic-a-nic basket!
I’ve got the biggest dreams for me
To be the biggest I can be
That’s why I need to lay my head
Upon the very biggest bed
In almost no time I’ll be grown
And then I’ll make this bed my own
So don’t sleep here; no room, it seems
Because I dream the biggest dreams
