Poems ✍️

  23.03.2026
  7


Author: 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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