Wobble wobble wobble

So I will begin where it begins.
Sitting on park bench.
Watching the lyrca clad brigade,
Huffing and puffing,
Red-faced and spluttering.

she came eclipsing the sun,
Freezing time and space,
I watched in awe,  mesmerized  

I like her optimism  
Trying to outrun
A lifetime of pork pies and French fries ,

It seems like her ass.
Is a separate entity  
Orbiting her waist,
Trying to escape  
The gravity of being

I know it ain't right  
To sit in judgement.
Of other peoples plight,

But how did she fit into them pants
Butter and other slippery substances  
Must have been spent.


There she goes starting another lap,
Blocking sunlight from earth dwelling creatures,
Trees and leaves,
Start to shiver and shake
Little quakes that could be
Measured on the richter scale,

It would simply be unfair  ,
A travesty completely unjust.
The  Gods in the heavens have proclaimed it thus,
Not to have this ass immortalised in poem
And in song,
So I hope you don't find this ode to crass
And abrupt ,
My intention was not to hurt,
But praise the owner of this fabulous butt.