Fat Ass Mama

Whenever I saw it
I thought of fat ass mama
an' how she useta wauk
down the street.
Red hair shinin'
in the aftanoon sun,
broad hips swingin'
gently movin'
              right
then left
left
     then right.

That's what I thought of
when I saw that ole bus,
sittin' on the hillside
all covered in rust:
fat ass mama
that ole big bottom gal
an' i'd laugh
an' i'd wonda

just wonda

where she's waukin' now.

You see, it was somehow proper in proportion
and pleasing to the eye, yet obtrusive and
unsightly -- kinda like a fat lady's butt.