The large ones with which I’ve been blessed
It’s just that these boulders
Are bowing my shoulders
I ought to be proud of my breasts.
I really should tether my breasts
Especially when we have guests
Nor should I yelp
When they snag on my belt
I really should tether my breasts.
I ought to look after my breasts
Some scaffolding might do it best
With bras more designer
And not made in China
I ought to look after my breasts.
I really should cherish my breasts
And do all the sensible tests
I could do some press-ups
To tone up my F cups
I really should cherish my breasts.
I ought to write poems on breasts
Those south-facing things on my chest
My norks and my hooters
My baps, bubs, bazookas
I ought to write poems on breasts.
Homage to Pam Ayres by Joanna Miller