clare barclay Poet Rhyme

A ditty to my titty

A ditty to my titty

There you are upon my chest
You used to be the boob I loved best
But now all you do is cause me grief
I just need a moments relief
But you would rather swell and cause me pain
Make my skin itch again and again
This journey so far , has been too long
I’m starting to think we don’t belong
To add insult to injury there’s a wound that won’t heal
I’m forced to wear dressings-I’m sick of this deal!
This wound has ruined nearly all of my bras
I think this issue has gone too far!!
Now my skin is attacking me
Itch itch scratch scratch 
please just let me be!!
So here it is- a ditty to my titty
I beg you please- stop being so ty

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

William Rodriguez August 20, 2024 at 2:36 PM Very expressive and exclamatory. Simple and with mountainous intrigue. (Not like that of course.) Intrigue in your poetic prowess. Great work, inspiring.

Karen Jones July 25, 2024 at 4:48 PM Attacking your pain with a sense of humor is healthy! I giggled at the title which drew me in but then felt compassion for you. Hope you find relief. Hugs clare barclay July 25, 2024 at 8:53 PM I’m glad you like the titty title :) all is well, kind of used to the blooming boob issue these days! Take care

Jan Allison July 25, 2024 at 3:32 PM I hope you get the issue sorted but your poem made me smile and I love the title, I too try and face such things with humour especially having mammograms when i've had lumps! write on Clare:-) hugs Jan xx clare barclay July 25, 2024 at 8:52 PM I’m sorry to hear that is he ok? Are you ok? Wow 3500!! That’s amazing.what is your book called?( please tell me it’s ‘ naughty poopy!)xx Jan Allison July 25, 2024 at 3:44 PM yeah Im fine - hubby has had cancer which actually was the catalyst to me beginning to write poetry for the first time - ten years on about 3500 poems , i published a humour book last year - naughty poopy farty risque type poem and am working on a second one - we need more humour in our lives. hugs jan xx clare barclay July 25, 2024 at 3:40 PM We have to laugh as sometimes we would cry! Lumps just riddle you with dark thoughts don’t they ? Hope you are ok. It’s a lifelong issue which will flare up from time to time. Glad it made you smile!xx