Found on the back porch:
One early morning I heard noise from Debra’s butt.
“Debra, you have a buttsong!” “What?!”
“There’s no such thing as a buttsong!”she yelled out loudly. So,
“Yes there is” I yelled on back, “You just don’t know!”
So we spent the whole day arguing, laughing to and fro.
Now, I think, “Oh how funny was that, oh!”
This little masterwork comes to you, dear reader(s), courtesy of Rhonda’s oldest, the originator of the “buttsong” concept.