I have admired many bottoms in my life. Glorious pear-shaped bottoms, apple & tomato-shaped bottoms even avocado bottoms. Any gender that says they don’t discreetly look at bottoms is lying. Though only the Greeks, Italians & Latinos are brazen about their bottom spotting & even bottom-pinching. Large, small & even modest flat bottoms, all have their place in the panoply of bottoms. The good Lord made them all. And we all know that the strange thing with stockings, is that the tops are always nearest to the bottom.
But there is no finer bottom than a duck’s water-proof bottom. The smooth feathers, coated in an oil released from a gland that makes them water-repellant. The genius of mother nature & creation all displayed in a duck’s bottom. And ducks are very social creatures that quack in regional accents and have very good vision.
How glorious to be able enjoy the unperturbed peace & placidity of a duck. To be able to stick my bottom in the air while I look for food in the murky depths of the pond and say:
Oh to be a duck for a day,
Glide & quack as I play.
To stick my bottom in the air,
And to solemnly declare:
Quack, quack, I’m a duck,
I don’t give a flying fuck!
Costa Ayiotis