I will not burden myself with a lie,
and therefore tell you nothing but the truth:
a woman’s shape does often catch my eye
as it rests beneath—(well, that is uncouth!)
I woo this damsel with her tush, so grand,
and peek beneath her flowing petticoat
in hope to win much more than just her hand,
such as those goodies I can’t help but note.
Such lustful feelings in me are stirred
And I defy all cretins who would assert
that roundness does no longer suit a skirt
and flatter bottoms are these days preferred.
So let me now my preference declare:
It’s hard to beat a well-formed derriere!