I SAW HER WADDLE DOWN THE STREET

Inspired by the picture accompanying REKS 24's poem "So Sexy", this poem grew out of a short rhyming comment I had sent.)  
 
I saw her waddle down the street;  
The sight so raised my body heat,  
That it got me quite mesmerised  
With my antenna sensitised.  
I thanked what god had brought her folk  
Here (though probably by slave yoke).  
 
No wider hips I’d ever seen.  
Her breasts hung, well, like (sounds obscene)  
Fruit on the branches of a tree,  
Shaking a bit noticeably.  
Her skin shone glossy in the sun  
From smooth, firm limbs with no cloth on.  
 
She wore her skirt close to her skin,  
No worry it might provoke sin;  
It had no sleeves, the hem was HIGH,  
JUST covering her inner thigh.  
I thought, mind swayed by libido:  
“I bet THIS lady’s COMMANDO!”  
 
I would not let this brown beauty  
Pass me by, shaking such booty.  
This was no time for hesitation –  
I had to start communication!  
I called out: “Woman, look my way!  
What are you doing end of day?”  
 
After that feelgood rush came pain.  
She looked, then shook her frizzy mane.  
“THIS girl’s not coming out to play  
With YOU!” she shrugged, went on her way,  
Leaving me with a broken heart,  
And sinking feeling on my part.