mango
Mustachio Nut
With all the poetry floating about, I browsed through some old files and found this little ode I made up afew years ago - heavily adapted and borrowed from George Carlin's Ode to Hair.
An Ode to Juggs.
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To the giant pair
swinging in the air
and another pair
being squeezed over there,
I try not to stare,
even if i dare,
even at ones hidden by hair,
documentaries of women in Zaire,
or a pair on a female bear
sitting in her dimly lit lair,
even on a beautiful girl, so bare
I can only look - No Fair!
So push them up to there ~~
or even there ``
And tell me to beware
Do I really care?
Au contraire, mon fraire..
I just seek the very rare
that make large blouses burst and tear.
Can this burden be my cross to bear?
An Ode to Juggs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To the giant pair
swinging in the air
and another pair
being squeezed over there,
I try not to stare,
even if i dare,
even at ones hidden by hair,
documentaries of women in Zaire,
or a pair on a female bear
sitting in her dimly lit lair,
even on a beautiful girl, so bare
I can only look - No Fair!
So push them up to there ~~
or even there ``
And tell me to beware
Do I really care?
Au contraire, mon fraire..
I just seek the very rare
that make large blouses burst and tear.
Can this burden be my cross to bear?
