She was attacked during her slumber and got slain by a stray bit
of tree that made its mission to cut and stab and lance
then concealed itself from vision and waited for its chance.
Its victim didn’t know her top held a covert ninja;
a stowaway, a sniper, a twig with plans to injure.
This lady had a pair of the most enormous breasts;
She couldn’t shop in Penney’s for clothing for her chest.She’d often left a vehicle (this next occurrence was not rare)
then realised too late that half her rack was still in there.
Off to sleep the lady went with the hidden felon
ready to inflict its worst on either massive melon.She woke in pain, in agony, her left kahuna throbbed
and that was not the worst of it, the next bit made her sob:
Her mother-in-law would love this as she had always claimed
that ironing is essential if you don’t want to be maimed.
Distraught the lady went and shared her sorry lot:
An "ice pack on the knocker" was all the sympathy she got.
(Explanation: Deborah at At The Clothesline published The Problem With Big Boobs today. It was followed by a lively discussion about @TheClotheslines's post on Twitter which included @nurserydublin, @awfullychipper and the advice of @wholesomeIE which was "Ice pack on the knocker."
Inspired by: http://theclotheslineie.wordpress.com/2013/06/19/the-problem-with-big-boobs/)
