Jenny had a problem
And it made her feel quite glum,
She was mostly trim and slender
But she had a largish bum.
She tried to make light of it
And would laughingly suggest,
That perhaps some clever surgeon
Could transplant it to her chest.
Most men she knew, like women who,
Had breasts that were superior,
If they admired a cleavage
It wasn’t on a derri-area
When shopping round until she found
Some jeans to suit her taste,
They’d be tight across her buttocks
Or too big to fit her waist.
A friend suggested kindly
That a bra, discreetly padded,
Would help to give her confidence
With ‘chicken fillets’ added.
So Jenny bought a modest pair
And wore them with finesse,
Bouncing round the dance floor
Hoping no one there would guess.
And soon a guy she fancied
Held her firmly in his arms
And whispered how he couldn’t wait
To sample all her charms.
Poor Jenny imbibed too much wine
Her head was in a whirl,
She stammered somewhat weakly
She was not that kind of girl.
She thought of future moments
When in the heights of passion,
She’d cast off all her underwear
In gay abandoned fashion.
And in that fateful moment’
(It could not be ignored)
Without her chicken fillets
She’d be like an ironing board.
She fled the dance floor and his arms
The tears ran down her face,
A glance behind revealed her beau
Intently giving chase.
He caught her in the car park
And begged her not to go,
He said he really liked her
And that they could take things slow.
He told her she was beautiful,
Her eyes were sapphire stars
And if she’d be his Venus
Then he would be her Mars.
He liked her sense of humour
She was witty bright and sassy,
But most of all he told her
He liked her rear-end chassis.
Jenny gazed into his face
With teary star bright eyes,
And realized her Romeo
Was not a perfect prize.
His shoulders were not broad and wide,
She readily confessed,
His waistline on reflection
Seemed much wider than his chest.
But oh the humour in his eyes
The wide and generous grin,
She reckoned he would do for her
And, she would do for him.
For beauty isn’t everything
And one day it will fade,
And we will have to live with
All those choices we have made.
The famous and the beautiful
Or so it seems to me,
Seem no more happy and content
Than folk like you and me.
So Mars took Venus by the hand
They’re walking side by side
And what the future hold for them
I’ll just let fate decide.
What did you think
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This is a wonderful read, with humour and a message as well. There is more to life than a perfect bum or breasts! I thought the last four lines of the first stanza seemed a little awkward, but apart from that, great work!
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This is so sweet! I love it so much! I love the detail of the "chicken fillets". this is another joy to read!
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Pattiboo
I am flattered, of course, that my title has inspired you. Very charming, and absolutely clickety-click, except the 'and' in l.12, which stops it making grammatical sense
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abu nuwas I'm afraid you cannot claim to have inspired my title as this poem was written last year and posted on another site. I have removed the offending 'and'
Thank you for the comment
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Well then Pat there was always hope for us less gifted. A terrific poem with a wonderful message...I truly loved it...Dan
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Callipygous Venus!!!
I'd be inclined to sprinkle a few commas around, and make one or two alterations. Otherwise, IT'S A WRAP! -
An excellent poem with a story that talks about I guess what a lot of young ladies of today worry about. Of course, I wouldn't go as far as the chicken fillets....lol!!!!!!!!This was beautifully delivered to your audience with humor and a touch of despair. I love how in the end she saw that it really didn't matter to some what she looked like. Beauty is only skin deep goes the same old familiar line, but unless one can love themselves, then it is pretty hard to allow others to do the same for you. A magnificent fun piece that held me captivated right to the very end and a piece which was so well written. Excellent flow, rhythm and rhyme and just a delight. Thank you so much for sharing.
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This was a joy to read pat and just goes to prove that looks aren't everything ... it would be a sorry old world if we all expected to find perfection in our partners ... I'll settle for the one I've got
A great story.
Sue
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Dear Pat,
Yet another example of your imaginative storytelling talent, told with simplicity and humanity in adroitly rhymed ballad-style using (mostly) alternating tetrameter and trimeter lines with a jauntiness that aptly characterises Jenny's problem.
The use of chicken fillets to enhance deficient boob endowment is, to me, an innovative and intriguing idea and I am sure that, on future visits to the supermarket meat section, when confronted with a selection of neatly paired chicken-breast pieces, I will be reminded of your poem. Will others then wonder why I am grinning while I make my choice?
Another very enjoyable tale from your pen. Thank you.
Applause, love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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Excellent there is little more to say As ever you always provide an excellent read for your many fans
Wonderfully humourous a joy to read
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