Dolly Parton, eat your heart out... (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 14, 2006

I wonder what the poor girls parents think? Especially her poor Dad! I wonder how her mother gave birth to such a wonder? I wonder what she thinks when every pornographic lech oogles her with lustful intent? However proud she seems to be, I bet the tree is sweating in thankfulness and also that she, in all seriousness, struggles finding real love. Gosh, I wonder how she bends over to paint her toes? Maybe instead of breast reduction, she can explore body amplification to bring the rest of her into proportion. Of course then she would weigh 400 pounds and nobody would care. What a bloody conundrum!

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on May 11, 2006

What a wonderful sight
she's poetry not thought of yet
but already reviewed
A beautiful lass
but like Suasan said
she is suffering from back aches
My back hurts just looking at the picture

Well Done Brother
Peace
William

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on May 10, 2006

First of all..her back is killing her...she needs to prop up by holding the tree and dhe has no milk in those things ( maybe some liwuid gel)and thank goodness...she wouldn't be able to see a baby...poor thing...can't even tie her own shoes but...then again...you can do that for her ed!!!

Funny poetry.
Susan

Reviewed by Marguerite Lemoine

Reviewed on May 10, 2006

Mo comment--I laughed till I thought I would die - sorry bout that

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on May 10, 2006

Ed, Ed, Ed,

Didn't anyone tell you that anything bigger than a mouthful would be a waste? Good God, what would you use those for? Floatation devices? I feel sorry for her back...JAYS.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Michelle Mills

Reviewed on May 10, 2006

My God, she could smother you with them Ed! And her poor back. Ow, it makes me hurt just thinking of how her muscles must ache...unless they've been enhanced with Photoshop! Yikes! And if she breast feeds children, those suckers will hang to the floor like a couple of Goodyear blimps! Double Yikes! Michelle

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on May 10, 2006

And this is why I feel sorry for her.

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on May 10, 2006

Oh Ed, the poor girl, wouldn't want her back-ache,
Birgit and Roger

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on May 10, 2006

OUCH. LOL

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on May 9, 2006

Those are not breasts, those are udders!!!!! Being busty myself (though my DD's pale compared to whatever size hers are), I would say that lady has got some very cruel realities in her future...gravity has a whole lot to grab onto. LOL!
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on May 9, 2006

Auch....I feel sorry for her!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on May 9, 2006

I hate to be...
the shoes she walks in
the dinner plate she eats from
the book she tries to read
the weight on the scale she tries to see
and most of all...
the cat who tries to sit on her lap.

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)