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During the last two weeks, I've been living a nightmare.
My wife's boobs shrunk and it's too much for me to bear.
She was busty, her bra size was 38 double D.
Now she's flat, why is this happening to me?
Everybody that I know swears up and down that she's always been flat.
I know that her big boobs are somewhere but where the hell are they at?
I lost something great, something that I held dear.
She was like Pamela Anderson but they disappeared.
She was a buxom lady but now she's like an ironing board.
If you can help me find her breasts, I'll give you a reward.
(This fictional poem was inspired by a YouTube video.)
Bring back blonde babes
with big boobs and butts,
showing bare bellies, wearing black and brown boots.
Because they get the bikers and big boys
to bring in big bucks buying bottles of
Budweiser and, blue ribbon beer,
Besides the booze and beef burgers
on buns with bacon and baked beans
for brunch while they watch and
bet on baseball games or boxing matches.as
they banter with their buddies at the bar
or in the booths and bathroom.
The jukebox plays Blondie, Blues brothers
big Bands, Bono, Bananarama, Brandi, Billy Ray Cyrus.
Benny King., Backstreet boys., Beach Boys, Billy Idol
Bobby Brown, and so much more
at Big Busty Babes Bar
Bring your best buddies with you to
Big Busty babe's bar. Down on Broadway and Bakers Boulevards
Near Buster's Barbecue and Bobby's Billiards and Bank of America.
Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
Angelic facial features with huge sparkling eyes
A perfect youthful dewy complexion
Very long silky looking thick hair
Red pouty lips moist with bright cherry gloss
Long red nails with big sparkling rings
A 22-inch waist, with perfect measurements
Legs that go on and on, forever, with
Perfect feet and toes in spiked heels
A very busty hour glass figure....
This air brushed enhanced fantasy woman can be found in most fashion magazines.
5/18/19
This was poem is written to bring attention to teenagers and the perfect body images they are trying to compete with. This has caused self-esteem issues and eating disorders as well as depression and suicidal thoughts. It would be so nice if our society depicted normal healthy realistic women in fashion magazines!
Over fury,over fright did she dwell.
Under strife,under shame: who can she tell?
Road thorned with scorn and mockery.
She was birthed as others were,
In honour,was she celebrated.
Stars of beuty twinkling in her eyes,
Tiled with radiance was her smile.
Ears set consciously like the brick,
Round waist, punched back,rolling like a steel.
Wealth was to her no problem,
Health,yet,was no problem.
Odds of nature in her found no delight,
Hacking her beautous qualities was this plight.
Animals have with what to feed their offsprings,
Diana had none,not even little and hollowed like a ring.
Night and day did she of this weep:
'Holy Lord,Let joy to me clip'.
Busty suitors had approached her frequently,
Roped in by the intensity of her beauty.
Elation had had her when they came:
'Ah! you have no breast?',all would say the same.
She has been living without a maiden's value,
Tell us please,what can we do?.
18:01:29:07:43
I got a gal a very fine gal
She’s blonde and big and busty
I’m always there to show I care
Whenever she feels lusty
I got a gal a very fine gal
She’s got a lovely figure
Perfect size and perfect shape
Wouldn’t want her any bigger
I got a gal a very fine gal
She keeps things neat and tidy
All ready for the weekend
‘cause working stops on Friday
I got a gal a very fine gal
She likes to give me pleasure
Feeds me food that’s fit for kings
My gal is such a treasure
I got a gal a very fine gal
But sadly I’m a leavin’
I found out just yesterday
My gal’s a bloke called Stephen
I was abducted by aliens and I'm angry, bitter and depressed.
They took me to a world where the women have no breasts.
When I was abducted, I was promised a life of happiness.
But how can I be happy when the ladies have no chests?
I'm pissed off and I want to cry because they were not honest with me.
The women on this world are so flat that they make Olive Oyl look busty.
When I was on Earth, I manufactured bras but they are obsolete here.
Coming to this planet has put an end to my happiness and to my career.
You may think that I'm lying to you, I know that it's hard to believe.
But if you're a man and you're brought here, you will want to leave.
(This is a fictional poem)
**Edible Delight**
Terzanelle
I crave her culinary delight
Hungry, her dish served over wine.
I crave her culinary delight
My senses tingle when she whines.
Short and busty, I am lusting
Hips and curves, sublime as I dine.
Bursting with pleasure, adjusting.
Free agent signed a one night deal.
Short and busty, I am lusting
Innocence with much sex appeal.
Charming this vivacious hostess.
Free agent signed a one night deal.
Exploring on reconnaissance
this mission is almost complete.
Charming this vivacious hostess,
with an ass good enough to eat.
I crave her culinary delight,
this mission is almost complete.
I crave her culinary delight!
Triple Senryu
Manicured fingers
perfectly pedicured toes
moans, sultry whimpers
Green eyes glazed over
motionless in ecstasy
ready for round three!
Tanned legs quivering
bed sheets now rest on the floor.
Enough? I want more!!
Jared Pickett
2/22/2014
Asavvy1
My husband acted like a complete jerk
had countless affairs with women at work
He wore spray on jeans which fit so tight
and aftershave called ‘Tonight’s the night’
I knew for sure that things weren’t right
as he’d hide his cell phone from my sight
I’d opened one of his credit card bills
he’d purchased boxes of Viagra pills!
Guess he used them with that busty floozy
the office temp, I think her name’s Suzie
One thing’s for certain, I have learned
hell hath no fury like a woman spurned
So I carefully plotted to get my revenge
and lure him in a ice tunnel at Stonehenge
Ice stalactites hung low from the ceiling
a brisk blow to his head left him reeling
With a stiletto sharp icicle I pierced his chest
as the ice melted, I knew there’d be no arrest
As there’s no evidence left to incriminate me
Yes, I’d got away with his murder … scot-free!
It was the perfect crime I’d expertly planned
I'm sure any scorned woman would understand!
N/a in Murder in the Tunnel Poetry Contest judged 2/12/21
Submitted to NA Poem From a February 2021 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
01/26/21
Twittered Via Chilled Wren
At Valley Forge, Pennsylvania
Prior carte blanche to confessing illicit
extra-marital affair
I embolden tomb ache
elicit, and baldly bare
faced laid out some
of the sordid details clear
embarrassed at one escapade
in particular constituting dear
peppy's questing randy romping caper
necessitating vigilance 'ere
a park ranger, (or other unsuspecting
winter weather way
Farer attired in gear
adequately bundled
cold as a witch's tit
seasoned trooper)
reluctantly repeated here
(unforgettable if only be
cause this "FAKE" Casanova ace
thee Missus i.e.wife)
did conversationally chase
beseeched, hen pecked,
and implored me NOT to erase
boot to recount with (itty bitty)
Monty Python glory, a straight face,
that one particular amazingly grace
obviously penned up,
and not in the write
mind (pre poetry daze),
which scurrilous anecdote
did (and still does) in vite
guffawing, sans
peculiar public philandering,
with atavistic cave man
designs tried to unite
where daunting phallus spite
confronting Arctic Vortex when right
lee let loose from pants
froze like a little popsicle quite
purposely remained flaccid
leaving me in a penile plight
when trying to hump
(standing up like a good Knight
comically ridiculous travesty)
With Barbara B****, light
of adventurous Green Beret spirit, the
Unabashed MILF about average height
fifty years, whose busty bosom
silicone breast implants
tell tale viz radiation
and chemo therapy fight
(resulting from post
Ductal Carcinoma in situ)
needless to tell
nary an erectile spell
Asper tinker soldier
tailor spy didst quell
basic animal instinct,
and feral gonadal horniness
with intent to consummate sexual intercourse
according tummy ought to occur,
cuz that blustery air
mirroring said day when hell
nearly froze over invoking
intervention from Cain and/or Abel.
Thus when prick remained
limp and nearly frost bitten
(at a boulder christened cock rock),
aye frostily smitten
slogging wet sneakers, thru
knee high snow...now, no mo' tubby written.
Form:
My English Brother and the Rich
I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea
Marrying a busty blond with big knockers often taller than themselves, or buying a newspaper and dictating their political views that frequently consist of sour grapes
Some very rich people indulge in sexual fantasies of the sort a 16 old might have and visit an island 200 times to satisfy their depravity and live in fear of being exposed
I know of a mega wealthy man, whose dream is to be the first human on the planet Mars to colonize the place in case our earth burns Is he going to take his 14 children along?
My father, although working class, was not unlike these people there was always one more woman to sleep with and I now learn he spent the war years in UK fathering a child
I hope it was a boy, my own brother died young, mind my English brother must be 80 by now, in a terraced home freezing, since the pensioners lost the winter benefit