I saw a cartoon that brought this poem to mind. I hope this doesn't offend anyone. I know quite different from my style so forgive me.
I got a bra It is quite uplifting Can't see my feet Now I am tripping Walking down the street Men do really stare I also dyed my Hair a purple shade. My husband did not Notice, nor my grandson Whoa!! All those whistles I got walking home They don't know I'm Eighty, humped and old They just see the boobs Bobble as I walk alone
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