Gym

Gym

Beautiful

Sexy

Fat

Gym

They drop their lips,

They open their eyes,

Their heads turn,

When she walks,

They stare,

When she is near,

They cry,

When she disappears,

Her long black hair,

Her silky smooth ears,

Her nose,

That knows,

Just what they are looking for,

It’s not how she talks,

It’s not how she walks,

It’s not how she looks,

It’s not how she reads books,

It’s there,

For them to see,

For them to weaken at their knees,

For them, to buckle,

And break,

With that sharp twist,

Of her head,

Looking back,

To say,

Are you coming or what?

She stands,

Alone at that bench,

She knows why they come,

Why they flock,

She knows,

That it’s not those,

Four walls,

She knows,

It’s not that table,

That she,

Carefully leans over,

Giving the boys a look,

Shooting that ball,

My gosh!

It went in!

She knows,

That it’s not that board,

That she throws at,

Pretending to miss,

Bending over,

Her hand sliding up her thigh,

Her fingers snapping,

I shouldn’t do that again!

She pours that drink,

Dropping some of this,

Some of that,

She knows,

That it’s not the drinks,

They come for,

She knows,

It’s not the service,

She knows,

That,

They will keep on coming,

Hour after hour,

Night after night,

Just to sit there,

Wrapped up all snug and cozy,

In her glow.

She was born,

In a litter,

Her, and

Her eight,

Brothers,

She was the runt,

All small,

And shit,

Dodging,

Her mothers,

Pink legs,

Her rather obtuse belly,

She was born,

All small and pink,

Destined to be the same,

As her mother,

A breeding factory,

Eating all the scraps,

Making all the bacon,

Serving up,

All the ham,

Roasting all the pork,

She’s a little bit,

Round,

She’s a little bit weighty,

She’s over indulged herself,

In just a little too much,

Chocolate, and ice cream,

She’s drank,

Just a little too much beer,

When she orders a meal,

She orders for two,

When she takes her seat,

In the plane,

She sits by the emergency exit,

Extra room,

And she pays for that extra seat,

Her rather large frame,

Demanding that extra attention!

Yet,

Where ever she goes,

Their heads,

Bend and twist,

Watching,

Seeing,

Until she meets that horizon,

Where ever she is,

Playing with that table,

Or that board,

They drool,

Like a dog,

Wanting that style!

Even though,

She’s a little tubby,

Even though,

She will finish that tub of ice cream,

Before they can get a spoon near it,

Even though,

When people go to the gym,

And play squash,

She takes the gym to her home,

And plays squash,

With her chairs.