Whats That On Your Boob
What’s that on your boob I asked.
You’re a boob, she hissed at me.
The faerie on her sweater sneaded.
Please look in the mirror I pleaded.
Seriously, I am not kidding.
She would not now do my bidding.
I pointed at her right breast.
Just look at what has come to rest.
Faerie chortled rather loudly
As I was carried away fast, not proudly.
Just take a look I yelled to my sis as a plea.
As the Sexual Harassment Police arrested me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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