  If I was to have a butt,  which i do not,  I am negative on the hinnie quotient,  I am I tell you,  yall have seen it,  there ain't much,
 anyways off the subject.  and I was to parade in Europe this would be my poem:  ( I wrote it)  Salut!  Tour de Bubble Butt.
 French men tend to be un- cut.  I'm okay if they know how to fuck,  Plus some old fashion hoovering suck.  Great sex don't need a thousand bucks,  All you need is MY bubble butt.
 Not that I wish for sex,  but it was a ramble of thoughts and that came out.  To a special someone:  Seize upon that moment long ago One breath away and there you will be So young and carefree Again you will see That place in time. so gold Steal away into that way back when You thought that all would last forever But like the weather Nothing can ever. and be in time Stay gold But can it be When we can see So vividly A memory And yes you say So must the day Too,
 fade away And leave a ray of sun So gold Life is but a twinkling of an eye Yet filled with sorrow and compassion though not imagined All things that happen Will age too old Though gold 
