Sonnet to the well-formed Derriere

I won’t encumber your pure mind with lies,
And therefore tell you nothing but the truth:
A woman’s shape does often catch my eyes
As they might rest on her . . . (I’m sooo uncouth!)
I woo my damsel with a tush so grand,
And peek beneath her flowing petticoat
In hope to see much more than just my hand--
I love the fullness I can’t help but note.
Such lustful feelings are in me oft stirr'd
And I defy the cretin who would assert
That roundness does no longer suit a skirt
And flatter bottoms are these days preferred.
***** So let me now the honest truth declare:
***** It’s hard to “beat” a well-formed derriere!