Struggling On

I was never happy with the lyric to Callipygia, Here I Come, and this morning, after an evening of wheel-spinning followed by a restful night's tossing and turning, yielded the following tweakage:

Callipygia, here I come!
(Liposuction for my bum.)
It's hopeless;
I'm copeless,
Try as I might:
Last Easter,
My keister
Lost the fight
With cellulite.
So now my buns are "Super Size,"
Poised above two thunder-thighs.
Plastic surgeons put me wise:
Callipygia, here I come!

Callipygia, here I come!
(Liposuction for my bum.)
My hiney
Was tiny
(Not that you'd know);
A hypo,
Some lipo:
Back I go
To status quo.
So good-bye, dadgum diet craze!
I can feed on Hollandaise,
Pringles™ chips and doughnut glaze.
Callipygia, here I come!

Lyric © 2007 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

I'm not sure what that closing means, exactly, but there's a vague thought there that might turn into something eventually.