Fanny spreading here and yon,
Fanny, fanny, on beyond
The closing confines of my chair --
More tush here and more tush there.

So I rise and move around;
Jumping jacks and bouncy-bounce.
Tushy wiggle seems to slow.
Soon that fanny starts to go.

But I find to my chagrin
Fewer hours to quilt in.

Back to quilting I must go.
Fanny's just one big yo-yo.

©1999 Andi M. Reynolds