Very Bad Poetry

I'd Like to Kiss Your Rear (exasperated rhymings conveying the desire for oral contact with buttock(s) while engaging in low level erotic monologue(ish))

I'd like to kiss your rear,
While whispering in your ear,
Sadly your ear is far away from your rear,
Is, in fact, not very near,
But I would manage, perhaps I could just talk
so your ear could hear
about how much
I adore kissing your rear,
which, to kiss and talk
would take a will very sheer!

I'd like to kiss your rear,
You can do the gears,
I'll try to steer,
Listen for my cheeky words in your ears,
They're cheeky because they sprung from near you rear!

I'd like to kiss your rear,
Which may seem queer,
But I have no piers,
no posterior fears,
I have seen the ancient seers,
I have wept tears in my beers,
all an account of glory of your rears!

I'd like to kiss your rear.

Turner Davis has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Turner's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Turner's latest works: