One of our Own…

A certain young lady, or old if fifty is such,

Seems to have the problem of sagging boobs, but just,

They sag, according the picture she sent in poem,

Down below her knees, oh my god and geez,

She must almost trip on them when she walks,

And as is right, she speaks of them when she talks,

Like all little old ladies, doing little but balk…

This lady is from the Eastern side of Africa,

The better side of the tracks of lions I assume,

I guess I should not discuss her problems here in our room,

But she started it with pictures of boobs so herein I do resume…

So now that we all know, who this lady is, dear Tinka,

We can all feel free to enjoy her everyday poems as always we have,

Let us not laugh to hard at her writings so cute, less we will need salve,

On the spots that do ache, hopefully they are not the boobs,

That already do sag, again, down past the knees, forever or never in deep freeze…

              © ed – 3/28/04