A Tale of Two Titties (A Poem)
There once lived two titties ripe and plump
Good for plucking, good for sucking, light as buns
They bobbed along the town looking nice and neat
and they stood out in a crowd with their pointed teeth
There once were two titties small as peas
you could get on their nerves if you tried to squeeze
They were tucked away, till they were old and grey
And they never left the house for some fun or play
There once were two titties, happy as a boy
bouncing around the house with his brand new toy
He could never sit still, 'less he took a sleeping pill
but would wake up a minute later to jump for joy
There once were two titties who were none alike
One would go left, the other would go right
They could never agree on a 'C' or a 'D'
so they ended their lives with a mastectomy
illwill 02-2014











