Nicola Kelly Poems
|41.||Why Does It Happen To Me||1/26/2015|
|42.||There's A Rat In The Kitchen||2/15/2015|
|43.||Message In A Bottle||1/24/2015|
|44.||You Say Potato I Say Potarto||1/24/2015|
|46.||Why Do I Feel Sad||1/24/2015|
|47.||Charity Shop Shopping Bug||1/24/2015|
|48.||From Lemons To Melons||1/24/2015|
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From Lemons To Melons
From lemons to
As my hormones had arrived,
So did wobbly bits on my chest,
Like they'd been pumped up over night,
I had what they call a breast.
I tried to keep them under wraps,
As my body changed as a teen,
Was embarrassed I had them,
And didn't want them to be seen.
My mum said you need a bra,
I may have a pair that'll fit,
Was a lacy blue A cup,
Which just covered my little bits.
As I started to get older,
They just continued to grow,
Was happy at a C cup,
In their place not hanging low.
My Grandpa stands six feet tall,
He keeps embarrassing us all,
By wearing shorts so tight,
Hanging out not a pretty sight,
His saggy wrinkly ball.