Blubber Poem by Sidi Mahtrow
Blubber
Blubber abounds
In this retirement town.
Usually there's a cushion around
The buttock where it's generously found
And for those well nourished, it's also wound
About the middle, where hanging above the ground.
It overflows the belt; above the pants suspended.
At least for males it hangs there, untended.
And for the fairer sex, there's more.
Glands are fronted, galore
For all to see,
Mercy, Me.
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4/26/2024 8:04:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Retirement means you let your assets run to the gravity line... But no use blubbering about it! Rgds, Ivan