Those who have more should 'educate' 'em :)!

Eight-breasted Sally, from In-Your-Dreams Alley,
has one gloved, playing fiddle;
another jokes . . . tells riddles.
She's a sight all over town with her top down.
All her breasts are show-stoppers. The riddler clowns.
and is wearing grease-paint, white.
It's red nose is a real sight.
Sally, the eight-breasted woman, doesn't mind
that she's unique. Each breast has a gift divine
and none of them are ever stuck in a bind.
One, decked like a cow, gives milk;
demure, one acts, wearing silk.
She's four across her chest, four above her waist,
but Sally is a woman whose remained chaste.
Many people have never seen Sally's face.
When they see her chest, they glare and stare . . . post haste.
One breast recites poetry
with a hat, pasted goatee.
Sally's mother was ashamed of her daughter
and tried to keep all eight of her things haltered,
but all eight would wiggle free and they hollared:
"Don't 'dis' Mother Nature or have us altered."
Things between mother and child soon faltered.
One of them dances ballet;
the 'country' one rolls in hay.
A breast is more than a plaything for Sally.
They are heavy but she cares for them daily.
For the last, you see, is a doctor, Mandy.
So many times that doctor's come in handy,
she's the doc 'on-call' in In-Your-Dreams Alley.