Sometimes it’s naked and running free. At other times it’s shadowing me.
Wipe, powdered and soft as a baby’s; the fat rolls and wrinkles perfect in every way.
Naked from the waist down; jiggling as he runs with jocks upon his head and socks worn as mittens.
Bending over to look for a lizard that just made a dash; plumber’s crack facing up to the sky.
Making music in the bath; bum trumpet tune makes him cackle.
Built-in padding for accidents; falling flat on his arse stops him briefly.
Watch it wiggle and jiggle; dancing to the beat.
Nudie run to the shower; if I catch it, I’ll tickle it.
I’ve powdered, kissed, washed, tickled, dressed, wiped and watched that bum.
I’ve fussed over, worried, laughed and shaken my head at those little cheeks.
It may be responsible for a number of functions, some of which are the anti of cute.
But I made that bum.
No butts about it – love my little monkey.