is a pain in the behind.
He’s uptight about where he sits,
but me?
I really don’t mind.
Wherever I go he follows,
that terrible bossy old rump.
If seating isn’t up to scratch
He complains and gets the hump.
General Gluteus Maximus
is a demanding derrière.
Comfy seats are important to him,
but me?
I really don’t care.
I’m tired of his choosy cheeks.
His snobbishness is a bore.
If he doesn’t start behaving soon
I’ll park him on the floor.
General Gluteus Maximus
is a great big uppity bum.
Every chair must be perfect,
but me?
I think that’s dumb.
We may come to an agreement.
An arrangement that is fair.
Let’s work out the details
in this antique rocking chair.
General Gluteus Maximus
I now understand your plight.
This is the best sitting down I have done.
My bottom fits just right!
Poem ©2013 Meagan Munroe
Illustration ©2013 Bridget Strevens-Marzo