THere was a sage from Idaho
And he desired much to know
If while he watched his front side so,
Was anything behind him?

The answer, said he, I have found.
I'll turn me 'round!
So he turned him 'round.
And 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round;
But he could not see behind him.

"This puzzle I must not let stand!!"
Cried out this most perplex-ed man.
SO he grabbed his ass with both his hands,
Believing it behind him.

But as he stood, supremely smug,
His confidence perceived a bug!
"Perhaps my fingers lie!" The mug
Still yearned to see behind him!

And 'round he turned and bent and whirled
Torquing about like a prancing girl,
WIshing he could, for all the world,
Contrive to see behind him.

Unbalanced, by his massive gut,
He fell, at last, upon his butt,
Which sorely pained him badly, but
At least it was behind him.

Then standing up, all wracked in pain,
A new thought crept into his brain.
"There's proof!!" he cried, at peace again,
Knowing his butt behind him.

Mann de la Scivious-Leer
Grumpy Ribaldry from Sad Bodies
OFf-Color Press, Bangkok, 1989