Not every woman wants big 'uns!

Maxine's curse--
her humongous 'purse'
which 'twas in her bra.
She'd retrieve cash (wet)
sobbing with her sweat.
Ain't been a man yet
turned his eyes away.

Maxine's curse--
so 'filled' it should burst--
got mens' attention.
Though Maxine was smart,
her hooters were an art
o'er shadowing her heart.
Men just wanted to play.

Maxine's curse--
men's tongues hung in thirst--
hid her lovely face.
She had no chance
for sincere romance
for chocolates and lace--
with her 'purse' asway.

Maxine's curse--
got comments (the worse)
causing her much pain.
She wanted them 'to go'
but Ma said, "Don't think so . . .
jiggling you glow.
Let's go swim today."

Maxine's curse--
her humongous 'purse'--
weighed. She couldn't float.
She drew attention
from one of 'mention'
who did reduction
at her instruction.

Maxine's curse--
taxdermity it's hearse--
a huge, unique trophy.
Kept by her honey . . .
doctor of mercy.
Her curse still has sway.
Never ones to shrivel,
they still make one quiver.

Mounted on the hall wall:
Maxine's cursed 'purse'.