Peek-A-Boob

(This is a fictional poem. I'm really not married.) My wife wound up with a crop of rotting vegetables that really stunk. She had trouble unloading them because they smelled worse than a skunk. Some people would get mad and throw the vegetables in her face. They smelled so bad that it made her puke all over the place. She took off her top one day because of the sweltering heat. Lots of men came and bought every vegetable she had just to get a peek.