Girls come in assorted sizes,
Predictable, and sans surprises.
But there’s one who breaks the quota:
The guys all call her Rear-Meat Rhoda.
Rhoda has a rounded bottom
(Not too many females got ’em).
Men who pass say “Get a loada
That caboose!” when they see Rhoda.
Rhoda’s buns show perfect motion,
Undulating like the ocean.
Just as men love Scotch and soda
They love that butt on Rear-Meat Rhoda.
Indeed, it’s really quite uncanny
How that plump and rotund fanny
Prompts the average guy to explode a
Love-burst when he gets near Rhoda.
Lord, that tush sure brings her treasure—
Males splurge in sheer delight and pleasure.
To be near that behind, they tote a
Slew of gifts when dating Rhoda.
Rhoda’s ass can be a magnet—
It draws men in just like a dragnet.
Back in high school, guys all showed a
Tendency to drift towards Rhoda.
Other girls? Their hopes were blighted
Since their derrières were slighted.
But when it came to rump, they hoed a
Smaller row than Rear-Meat Rhoda.
I’m not kidding. She’s a cutie
With that hot, curvaceous booty—
The cardinals in the Roman Rota
Would turn and stare if they saw Rhoda.
Ladies with a lousy heinie
(Thin and flat, or pinched and tiny)
Were enraged, and tried to vote a
Resolution banning Rhoda
But they never were successful;
The males all longed to see a dressful
Of those hips. And that’s my coda
To this riff on Rear-Meat Rhoda.