Ode to holiday boobs
Original poem – repeate but do not copy ;-)
Thanksgiving holiday whish:
May you find a nice dress,
May they not stare at your chest
May any food you might drop
fall in your lap and never your cleavage gap.
May the front ends stay clean
never in the soup...
There's only one kind of boobie I don't like: grandma floppy boobies. Ewww.
And natural. They have to be real or else that's cheating, and I don't accept "it was for medical purposes" unless you only have one implant. If you have two, you no longer have a...