Isn't she lumpy?
Umpteen Wonderbras fill.
She's kind of funky.
Look at that midriff roll.
I never thunk I'd be sumpy,
Chummy with one frumpy as she.
Butt is chunky, lumpy. Mumps-like rump.

Isn't she biggie?
Crumpet's have clumped her breasts.
Chums like big mamm'ries
That don't slump below the chest.
When I retrieve my rod, I'm stunned
At buns I've dunked, and I'm bummed.
Rump was pithy, lumpy. Stumped, I jumped.

My name is Rummy.
For a bump, I was game.
I pried her keister;
I never knew her name.
The strumpet's rump was beyond plump
When done I was down in the dumps.
Trumped chump, I'm grumpy post-lump-rump hump.