SHORT STORES AND POEMS PRESENTS:
                                                                

 

           "Anatomic Bomb"

 

 

She had a body bread for sun and surf.

She wore a pair of jeans, existing from

Birth.

Whether she walked normal or with a twist,

In full display was her equipment list.

When she was made, the angels got together

With sugar and spice.

And generously added everything nice,

As sweet as pie, and you’d want a slice.

A figure like hers, one would never reject,

And speaking anatomically, she’s correct.

An anatomic bomb, 5-4-3-2-1.

The most explosive heavenly body under the sun.

Short Short Stories and Poems By Jonah Dale Martin

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