Girl Cupping Her Breast - Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Breasts get fatter with age. They sag, grow nipple hair
Wrinkle, point in opposite directions
Two million American women
Have breast implants- go under the knife
A big-boobed silicon wife
Jogging and aerobics makes them bounce
Implants cost as much as a mini car
And only guaranteed five years. To leak, or not to leak?
Do you want the teardropp shape, or rounder?
The risks are minimal…blood clots, migration, deflation
But worth it! Look at me upon my plinth
My breasts so pert, as bouncy as two puppies.
I cup my hand in case they drop
Not that they would. Magnificent mammary specimens
Don't you think?
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