Originally Posted by marcop

Haiku is too easy... I write sonnets now:

TO HER PERFECTION

I’ve seen perfection, coy, hiding its cheeks
In jeans or shorts or dresses, skirts, or tights.
And where you go perfection slyly peeks
Behind—the most enjoyable of sights.
In coming ages some will surely ask,
“What kind of bottom drives a man to verse?”
I answer to those critics, “It’s my task.
For I have seen none better, many worse.”
So with the gaze of time upon my wit,
I pray these lines are not inferior.
For unborn voyeurs I will now commit
To posterity, your posterior.
I dedicate this sonnet to your rump:
Perfection in a curved and happy hump.