Me Butt

An allusion to the "butt of sack" a Poet Laureate won

Me butt of sack is chaste no more
(I've tasted of her treasure)
And even should I taste no more
She's brought me quite the pleasure

I popped her cork an hour ago
(And tasted of her sherry)
A fine sweet sack she is you know
And anything but cherry

I earned me butt through blood and sweat
(Those paper cuts are `orrid)
And so much sack is waiting yet
For lips intent and torrid

A massive butt she is indeed
(Though quickly she grows smaller)
And through the night I'll do the deed
And be her only caller

Me butt of sack is chaste no more
(I've tasted of her treasure)
And even should I taste no more
She's brought me quite the pleasure

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2006