Ode to a Fallen Breast
Thou art eyesome among all bosom
Filled with holy milk
Ripen and bowing to earth
Oh! Thou art humble
Cans't thou see how marvelous thou art
Even he is in awe to thy wondrous taste
For thee who think thou dost flow milk of honey
Woe and woe I sayest to thee
In the face of man thou art the finest
Everyhow, no bosom beats thee
Is there cause why thee should overween
For thy risen bosom shall fall alas!
Thy petite figure shall die with old age
But my fallen bosom shall stand the test of time
Forever fallen but never lost its glory
Copyright © Ojingiri Hannah | Year Posted 2024
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