A Sonnet About Butts

[nommunication]

This is flo's fault.


But soft, what smell from yonder wind doth break?
'Tis from a butt that such raw perfumes come.
But focus not on what a butt doth make
For, in God's image made, there rivals none.
To see the butt, with beauty so divine
Is likened to a glimpse of Eden seen
And also to temptation found in time
When apples were once offered unto eve.
For these two hemispheres, I have no doubt,
Inspire such lust that tempts a saint to sin
And do not think on that which may come out
But ponder rather on what could go in
For many claim the butt was made for dick
A statement oft confirmed by film and fic.