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Perched

An arse of humungous proportions
reserved two cinema seats --
despite corpusculent contortions
The armrest maneuver's a feat.

The logical divide is the fissure
squeezed shut by the two Prisoner globes
It is no joke to be anally probed
Unless that you're particular pleasure.

The one-cheek perch is a treasure
If you don't imagine them disrobed
Lurked there somewhere's a bum-bone
That magnetically attracts to this pressure.

Two feet on the seats are quite sweet
Hanging over the back: two large portions
Swinging in time to convulsions of laughter
I tie them in knots in revulsion.

- Simon Huggins, 1st July 2002