PONYTAILS

Running, these fillies along city trails

They’er flapping and spinning their short ponytails.

Some plump and some slender some shapely some not,

But all catch the eyes of the men as they trot.

Some pull their dogs in tow on their runs,

All bounce their boobies and rotate their buns.

What glee for the men as they pass on the street,

To ogle those ponytails right down to sweet feet.

So ladies continue to run in the morn

Because that is the reason that all men were born.