“Breastaway”

« Breastaway »

Her proud breasts flapping in the breeze
The woman sank to her knees
The wind was too much for her crutch
She lurched to see what she could clutch

Yes, she was proud of her beauty
But men saw her as mere booty
And the straws she held were too short
As were the knickers which she’d brought

‘I have brought my knickers’, she said
‘I have sold my itching bra instead
‘But I didn’t expect to be thrust
‘Into this storm and have my bust burst’

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