Boris the Badger and His Big Bulbous Bum

Boris was a badger
Beautiful to some
But he had an awful problem
With his big bulbous bum

It wibbled and it wobbled
It swayed like a plum
And everywhere that Boris went
His bulbous bum would come

One eve after sunset
Boris found a mighty scrum
He gobbled and he quaffed
Until it all was gone

Boris heaved his belly
Back to his rooted slum
He found there was a problem
And nothing could be done

He squeezed and pulled
He waggled his fuzzy tum
But it was no good, he understood
It was Boris’s big bulbous bum

Through the night Boris sat
Half in, half out, half numb
Till whence breaking day
Relived the strain
From Boris’s smaller bulbous bum

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