Ode to My Buns

Gluteus Maximus: one per cheek.

They power me about

They shuttle me to and fro

They see a hill, steep or stout,

Then ENGAGE and up we go.

Churning up hills

Dominating bicycle pedals

Stable cushion to sit anywhere -

Floor, chair, railing. N’importe où.

Sometimes, while walking, I…race innocent passersby

And I always win.

My stride is short, and my feet are small

But my glutes SURPASS THEM ALL!

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