suanie spouts poetry

Tigerjoe, man-ho extraordinaire moaned that PPS hits today aren’t what they used to be. Me, of course having a blog for no purpose and with no direction decides to take him up on his skewed observations, and in this first of a four part blogglenge (blog+challenge, I dare you to say that 50 times in a row), I present to you:

Suanie’s Poetry
aka Ode to Boobies
aka I-hope-John-Keats-doesn’t-rise-from-his-grave-and-scare-me-to-death

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
My bosoms are drooping 25 years in existence
No longer perky like 18 year old lumps
If you’re young you’d better fucking cherish your tits
Splatter age-defying cream and whatnot all over your bits
Better wear a bra if you’re more than an A
Trust me, it pays
Oh boobs of all shapes and sizes
Boobs of spring, summer, autumn and winter
Boobs like apples, oranges, melons and peaches
You’d give a straight man a seizure
Treasure them well, treasure them good
Helps if you have a nice ass to boot
Tigerjoe, I hope you are duly chastened
I bet my poetry gets more than 10 hits, bless ‘em
If I recall you owe me some beer
I’ll collect when I’ve fixed my ear.

-The End-

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