My writing class assignment this week was to write a bawdy poem.  I’ve never written poetry.  It was written with affection for Geri.

A once dated a girl named Geri

Who had a body as sweet as a cherry.

When Geri walked

She was a sight

Her boobs went left

Her ass went right.

She wiggled, she jiggled

She put on a show

No one was better,  at filling a sweater

Not even Marilyn Monroe.

The girls didn’t like her

They said she was a slut

All the boys could think of

Was her big, round, beautiful butt.

Admired were her goodies

by all my friends

They liked her beginning

And also her end.

I told my pals

I liked her personality

As they laughed at me

and leered with jealousy.

But my friends weren’t  buying my talk

They were too busy watching Geri walk the walk.

I wasn’t sharing

But,

unfortunately for me,

Neither was she