"Ode to Small Boobs"
While other bosoms rise like lusty seas,
Upon the chests of bootylicious girls,
Now mine are less like melons more like peas,
Or at a push like mini Viennese whirls.
They hardly earn the common name of baps;
A secret I like to keep under-wraps.
So, under-wiring and a padded bra,
To make them more desirous from afar.
But at some point the armour must come off,
How can I feel even slightly yummy?
I’m full of fear my boyfriend might just scoff,
Cos my boobs are smaller than my tummy.
Although it seems my cares could be misplaced…
They say more than a handful is a waste."
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