There once was a lady named Kane <br />she lived in Northcumberland Lane <br />she was a bit fat <br />and regrettably flat <br />it was driving her somewhat insane. <br /> <br />So she constantly went and attacked <br />those who had what she obviously lacked <br />and whenever she dressed <br />she was praying for breasts, <br />made with the old devil a pact. <br /> <br />Then one day in the middle of Spring <br />she was scratching her scapular wing <br />when she noticed a swelling <br />and hot tears began welling <br />and her titties began to sing. <br /> <br />Well the devil had kept his word <br />had corrected where God must have erred <br />within fourteen hours <br />she was getting flowers <br />and Uriah was gawking, my word.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-breasts-with-apologies/
