UnRare

So I get a lot of feed back sometimes... a lot of females with the same questions why you only write bout females and where is my poem... Well this one aint bout you EITHER... less you want it to be...
Oh yeah UnRare is not a word.. but you get the point... Enjoy



So I'm standing around doing what I do best
When I see this young thing walk around a corner with a real big chest
She had a walk like a model
I couldn't tell if she was tall tho
Long black hair
That from a distance look as if it touched her rear
It looked like she was coming from a car
As she got closer I realized that she looks good from a far
But far from looking good
So I check everything I could
Teeth were like mine on her best day she couldn't get stalked
Something was still sexy bout the gap in her legs as she walked
The clothes she had on were extremely old
I'm talking 80's old
She had enough weave to make four horses cold
But had a swag like you couldn't tell her nothing
Lucky for her I was down wind and couldn't stand the smell of onion
As she passed I couldn't help but stare
An wonder "How could someone like that be so "unrare"