Buxom Barbara burned her bra
never again lift and separate
or cross your heart to contemplate
she likes to feel her bosom counts
when flouncing down the boulevard
Barb now snags more bounce to the ounce
abroad in the world without a single care
it never fazed her one bit nor a whit
when this would jounce most men to stop and stare
as if they'd not seen such before
and she'd trounce 'em should they dare to pounce
a crystal-clear case of less is more
I do not see the poem yet I tried to post last night.
Is it too soon? The why's not clear, I feel emerging fright,
and I'm here blushing in the wings! Will curtain find its part,
an audience know love verse sings, mood synthesized by heart?
Is there some test I need to pass, a path I must repent,
a God to pray to? I'm so crass! I've virtue left not spent
to bridge the gaps in life's extremes? I'll bet I've gone too far;
what creds I had now flushed with dreams! My brain is so bizarre!
November 2020
PS: I believe that a 'blighter' can be either male or female. I've
certainly seen men who look buxom, and both 'Species' can be
cute, funny, shapely, political, and poetic, so my title feels like it
is more or less androgynous.
But if recent politics has taught me anything, it is that the inverse of
the old saw is probably more accurate than the original ever was,
i.e., "Time heals all wounds!"
Never more in Fall
had there been a buxom bum.
A monument; a pearl,
a passion to become.
This girl above a current,
untouchable at best.
Her feet up off the ground.
My heart too tense to rest.
An apparition standing still
appearing here or there.
A blonde to sweep you off your feet.
Her face to gawk and stare.
Her breasts so large intimidate.
They bring you to a drool.
Where comfort seems to calm you down
and leave you as the fool.
Majestic in her raw appearance.
The portrait of all lust.
Well rounded in her perfect health
she lures you in her trust.
The Secret Life of Buxom Bertha
By Elton Camp
Bertha’s nineteen she always will mention
She certainly know how to get attention
She goes to pick-up sites every day
There, her many charms to display
Her enticing measurements she’ll share
To tell her astonishing libido does dare
“Oh, John, I just can’t wait to meet you.
Please tell me everything you’d do!”
She knows exactly the right things to say
To keep mens’ attention coming her way
But to meet in person she will delay
“My husband I feel a bit bad to betray”
However, bawdy talk is her chief delight
For which she’s online both day and night
All who respond she’s able to deceive
That it’s true, she almost does believe
Her pictures are taken from a **** site
She is shapely, beautiful, a pure delight
She’s a fiftyish housewife in reality
The most obese you’ll ever see
Bertha takes a break to mop the floor
Then she hurries right back for more
Aye Pretty Matey
Together we sail the sea
Vagabonds are we
Ample of figure
Gorgeously stunning, my love
Beauty, in my eyes
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love3.php
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