It's certainly a poem about pregnancy, but beyond that it's also a poem about the uncertainty and possibility associated with the idea of bringing a new life into the world - hence the words "riddle" and "ponderous". The author describes her belly with a whole slew of earthy metaphors, which conveys a sense of how in tune with nature she must be feeling, and also further reinforces her recognition of her role as a mother. She's comparing herself to a tree bearing fruit, but somewhat helplessly so - she's not exactly negative about it yet calling herself a "means" and saying things like "boarded the train there's no getting off" suggests that she feels a little out of control of her situation and that she's only one part of the big picture. She's the means to an end, traveling on a path laid down for her by nature (and years of evolution, in more technical terms). She's hopeful but also very nervous.
It's a very interesting poem, nice choice.
Originally Posted by shadowbreakdown
=I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE. (9 syllables)I'm a riddle in nine syllables.
=He likes 'em big n round, more cushion for the pushin'.An elephant, a ponderous house
=She likes the DP.A melon strolling on two tendrils.
Melon = butt.
Tendrils = penis.
Thus she wants 2 dicks, what a dirty skank.
=Both partners proclaim their urges greatly.O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
Red fruit = da cooch.
Ivory = polishing his knob.
Fine timbers = she probably likes the way his pubes brush across her face.
=He's popping the biggest boner.This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Loaf = His swelling ballsack
Yeasty rising = His wangdoodle is going straight to the top, much like bread yeast being baked in an oven.
=He's going to blow his load inside her booty.Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
Money's new minted = His juice, but since it's fresh off his sack, it's new-minted
Fat purse = Her jiggly bubble butt
=The woman is saying she's a massive beast, because she is the stage on which his lanky body must *work* on. Thus she is the means.I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
Cow in calf = She's the factory in which he can make his baby, and again she emphasizes her size in being a 'cow'.
=He's eaten a lot of pussy in the past, but it was all rotten and stinky.I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Green = commonly associated with sour, nasty, unripe things
=He's in too deep, he's done. There is no going back once he hits her.Boarded the train there's no getting off.
Going back to the chick saying she was the 'stage', it means she is probably 300 lbs. or something, and can crush him. Thus once she gets on him, his life is over and there's no way to stop until she says so. One wrong move and his pelvis is shattered.
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The overall theme of this poem is about a horny chubby chaser and a sex-crazed beast of a woman, about to do the dirty.
I can't believe your instructor chose this poem for the class. It's wildly vulgar and inappropriate.
Anyways, you're welcome.
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Is it Eros
Himeros
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I can't even stop laughing, this was so... LOL
Try the spirit of Rick James.
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