This girl hosts the biggest blouse
With heaving bosoms that arouse,
And fill the air with quite a span
To the extreme joy of boy and man.
Her blouse dyed a cosy yellow
Done to attract a cute bedfellow
To prove she's no piece of mutton
She may undo the topmost button
To allow one to linger and stare
And touch, if you pay the fare.
Rowdy and brash is her style.
She's certainly not from rank and file
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