A sonnet

Inspired by a visit to Pop Sonnets, and by my granddaughter Krysti singing a song whose identity will quickly become obvious:

'Tis obvious to all who might observe
I do not lack for tissue adipose
Yet when my nether regions sway and swerve
It sparks desire in young men to be close
There is no single best in body size
And though practicioners of graphic arts
Might claim that only they are truly wise
Do not allow them to distort thy parts
As Mother said, for worry leave no room
Bounteous pulchritude should celebrate
And shake it, shake it, for thou hast boom boom
And thou art true perfection, heel to pate
The treble is what I shall never chase
Because you know I'm all about that bass