Ah My Boobs
Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 5:09 pm
Ah My Boobs
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve had this single-minded scheme
I always wanted Boobies that would make the men all dream.
As slowly I got older my breasts began to grow
But why oh why I asked myself do the dammed things grow so slow.
They started as a pimple with a rounded little top
But by the time that I’d reached fifteen it was like someone yelled STOP!
The dammed thing just stopped growing and I tell you it’s no fun
They were not even big enough to jiggle when I’d run.
Oh don’t get me wrong I like them, Thirty six A suits me to a tee
But I often sit and wonder just what would big boobs do for me.
Some of my friends have big ones that attract attention everywhere
When they hit the beach in their bikinis all the men just stop ands stare.
Though sometimes they will tell me it really does give them the shits
It’s hard to hold a mans attention when he is staring at your tits.
What would it be like I ask myself? To wear a tight tee shirt
Then strut around the nightclub whilst with every man I’d flirt.
I can have this operation to enlarge them for three G
But just how big should I go for, a forty - two cup B or D?
They might also give me backache when I’m jogging at the gym.
Or would they pop out everywhere when I dive in for a swim?
They would not look quite real I reckon and would seem so out of place
When I’d go dancing at the disco I’d fall flat on my face.
Then if I should get pregnant though I’ve got no plans right now
Would they swing and sway from side to side just like a guernsey cow?
At least when I wear a boob tube, my boobs always stay in place
And nothing bursts out when I bend and smacks me in the face.
So keep your cleavages and nipples they don’t mean everything to me
A well-balanced set of knockers is a pure delight to see.
So I’ll just have to grin and bear it, things are just the way they are.
When I want to stand out in the crowd, I’ll just wear a padded bra.
Bobbie Pacey
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve had this single-minded scheme
I always wanted Boobies that would make the men all dream.
As slowly I got older my breasts began to grow
But why oh why I asked myself do the dammed things grow so slow.
They started as a pimple with a rounded little top
But by the time that I’d reached fifteen it was like someone yelled STOP!
The dammed thing just stopped growing and I tell you it’s no fun
They were not even big enough to jiggle when I’d run.
Oh don’t get me wrong I like them, Thirty six A suits me to a tee
But I often sit and wonder just what would big boobs do for me.
Some of my friends have big ones that attract attention everywhere
When they hit the beach in their bikinis all the men just stop ands stare.
Though sometimes they will tell me it really does give them the shits
It’s hard to hold a mans attention when he is staring at your tits.
What would it be like I ask myself? To wear a tight tee shirt
Then strut around the nightclub whilst with every man I’d flirt.
I can have this operation to enlarge them for three G
But just how big should I go for, a forty - two cup B or D?
They might also give me backache when I’m jogging at the gym.
Or would they pop out everywhere when I dive in for a swim?
They would not look quite real I reckon and would seem so out of place
When I’d go dancing at the disco I’d fall flat on my face.
Then if I should get pregnant though I’ve got no plans right now
Would they swing and sway from side to side just like a guernsey cow?
At least when I wear a boob tube, my boobs always stay in place
And nothing bursts out when I bend and smacks me in the face.
So keep your cleavages and nipples they don’t mean everything to me
A well-balanced set of knockers is a pure delight to see.
So I’ll just have to grin and bear it, things are just the way they are.
When I want to stand out in the crowd, I’ll just wear a padded bra.
Bobbie Pacey
