Most don’t know that, aside from being a die hard Canes fan, I am also a part time poet. Hey, I’m a romantic at heart. Though, as I get older, I find myself struggling to capture the beauty and romance of life. It is only when something of such breathtaking elegance captures my eye that I am propelled into penning my emotions. It was New Year’s Eve 2004 while sitting in the Miami section of the Peach Bowl vs. the Gators that a siren called to me. I will never forget it. This image was of unparalleled beauty and I felt so drawn to it. It was none other than…Brock Berlin’s girlfriend’s ass.
Ode to Brock Berlin’s Girlfriend’s Ass
There I was, settling down in my Georgia Dome seat,
When I looked down in the next row and saw something so neat.
It was so mesmerizing, so perfect, so round.
It was as if a winning lottery ticket I had found.
For there in front of me, in my plan view
Was a picture perfect ass cheek, not one but two.
Who doth this beauty belong to? What? Brock?
It was then I realized that my cock would be blocked.
No worries, for I have a camera in tow.
I’m only sad I didn’t also capture the camel toe.
