An Ode to the Boob
They jiggle they bounce they wiggle and sway
Mounds of perfection on chests as they lay
Whether large ones or small ones or ones in between
Call them breasts call them boobies or fun bags supreme
The size doesn’t matter nor does what they’re named
Flash a pair at a man and he’ll soon be quite tamed
Young lads become speechless and old farts will smile
When a pair is popped out with wink and some wile
We care not if they’re natural or enhanced quite a bit
The thing that we wonder is can we play with the tit
So excuse us our glares our sly looks and our leers
But they’d be so much better if they’d just dispense beers
Mounds of perfection on chests as they lay
Whether large ones or small ones or ones in between
Call them breasts call them boobies or fun bags supreme
The size doesn’t matter nor does what they’re named
Flash a pair at a man and he’ll soon be quite tamed
Young lads become speechless and old farts will smile
When a pair is popped out with wink and some wile
We care not if they’re natural or enhanced quite a bit
The thing that we wonder is can we play with the tit
So excuse us our glares our sly looks and our leers
But they’d be so much better if they’d just dispense beers