Beginnings

My friends tell me I need to write. My brain tells me I need to write. I will write. Whether anyone reads what I write is of little importance at this point. I just need to start somewhere. Beginnings.

This is a poem I wrote for a publication years ago. It was actually published!!

Ass Sonnet in Iambic Pentameter

By Berni Sarazine

Shall I compare ass to a work of art?

Its’ form designed to make mere fools of us

And as I falter, beg, be still my heart

Rejoice, Divine Gluteus Maximus

No imperfection in yours have I found

The gods bestowed you with a derriere

That’s flawless, shapely, beautiful and round

The throngs of gawkers stop in brazen stare

Please do not blush, for I must speak the truth

The end of you will be the end of me

I count myself most fortunate forsooth

To have your rear in close proximity

I think that I shall never pass

A butt as lovely as your ass