me, my breasts, and i

me, my breasts, and i  —

my breasts are my friends, 

they're my beauty and my beasts!

and if no one else likes them,

i love them at least.

my breasts grow everyday - a bit of a troubling thought,

but you have to be happy with what you have got!

if my breasts were size a, or even size b,

i suppouse i would beg for a c, or a d!

my breasts cause me great annoyance -

they're too big! it's their bouyance! 

they jiggle when i run, 

and they jiggle when i sneeze,

my breasts jiggle even when i beg them, don't please!

but my breasts are quite lovely,

they're loud and they're proud!

and i must admit by breasts help me stand out in the crowd.

my breasts peek out from my top, just a bit of a tease -

my breasts make grown men beg!

"CAN I SEE THEM? OH, PLEASE!!"

some men say the nakedness of woman is the best work of God,

but like all ladies i have some big problems with my bod.

my left breast is smaller - just a bit - than the right,

and fitting my d's in a sports bra can be a bit of a fight.

my breasts they have stretch marks - they grew just too speedy,

and my breasts get the best of me, they make me a tad greedy -

i want the best for my breasts:

silk and lace bras,

white lingerie,

but the money i spend is just not okay!

my breasts are my friends,

they're with me day, dawn, and night -

my breasts are my friends,

and i think that's alright!