a study toward sonnet #303 by FisherKingKQJ
I started growing breasts in standard four-
Embarrassed, I taped them to my ribcage
To make them look smaller, which was sore,
I just wanted to look and act my age.
Now I'm a waitress, my boobs can engage
The wallets of men who admire my blouse,
They order from the plastic menu page,
Their bobbycalf like eyes my cleavage browse.
Rice milk and soya milk are the new douse
On the menu; I'd like to succour pouts
Of missing persons, I'd like to souse
With my ample bust homeless layabouts.
I think I was blessed with DD boobs
To cry for and look after the world's rubes.
To cry for and look after the world's rubes.
To cry for and look after the world's hapless.
To cry for and look after the world's suckers.