I remember a pair of fine breasts <br />she was one of my Groundhog Day guests. <br />Oh to tear it asunder <br />just to see what was under <br />the bulges of Miriam's vest. <br /> <br />So I asked her to look for the hog <br />who would soon be observed in the bog. <br />When she finally bowed <br />bothe her cups overflowed <br />and my eyes got their treat in the fog.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/groundhog-breasts/
