Ala bam a
When Balladeer was in his teens,
'round eighteen and a bit,
and long before they all wore jeans,
his pants would never fit.
Old LongJohn with flippant tongue,
said, "Deer ya got no butt,
not at all to hang them on,
them pants just won't stay up."
Balladeer felt so inferior,
because he only had,
a miniscule posterior
unfit for any lad
His pant seats hung in bumless shape,
and girls would rarely glance,
were he to ask them for a date,
in unfilled baggy pants.
He'd see some young macho guy
with pant seat amply packed,
and covet with an envious eye
the rearend that he lacked.
Now his rump is REALLY plump,
since fifty years have passed,
about the size of a large-car trunk,
And passes much more gas.
And now it seems the baggy shape,
is the modern dresser's passion,
But his ass is oh so great,
He still can't dress in fashion.