A poem about breasts
by katie tyler
Some say it is from Pregnancy
I’ve read it could be Nursing
My Doctor says Hereditary
But either way, I’m cursing.
How is it that at Seventeen
They were perky and in place.
But now at Thirty Two
They sag like a Disgrace?
It’s bad enough I’ve got “Fine Lines”
And that my Waistline’s Shot.
But do They have to flop like this
And everything go to Pot?!
I feel like I have been Betrayed
Shouldn’t we Girls stick together!?
But no, they sag, and shrink, and shrivel-
And NOTHING makes it better.
It would not be Sooo bad,
If sagging was all there is.
But here I am in just two months
With another case of Mastitis!
Oh, Girls, the things we go through
The Pains that we endure.
This has to be another sick joke-
Played on us by Nature!
(WAIT A SECOND! Mother Nature?? SHE’s BEHIND ALL OF THIS???—I think we better blame SCIENCE!)all joking aside- this is SO lame! puking, fevers, headaches, burning, pain, enough already! isn't this girl weaned yet??