I saw this poem and thought you might like it.

The components of the body are incredible
The arms, the legs, the back
But none quite so delightful
As my huge, ginormous rack.

And yes, before you ponder
"Are they real or are they fake?"
They are 100% all-natural:
Of that, make no mistake.

While it's true they take their toll
(My shoulders are always sore)
They're quite the supportive companion -
They help Yours Truly score.

Air bags, hooters, flesh melons
Call them what you will
When my date's enraptured by them
It means I won't pay the bill.

They're extra padding in the winter
A sweater full of knockers
And I won't take offense at all
When I see a bulging in your Dockers.

Cha-chas, funbags, dueling banjos -
They're all the same in the end
Diamonds can go screw themselves, for
Boobs are a girl's best friend.

LOL and here's the follow up..


Oh, eleven inch piece of plastic,
So shiny and bright.
You're all that's in bed with me,
At the end of most nights.

You're always there,
I'm never in need.
You never pressure or force me,
Into doing the deed.

You don't expect much,
Sputtering and chugging along.
And I don't have to impress you,
By wearing a thong.

I never have to fake a headache,
Or feign being sick.
And while you aren't a douchebag,
You're still a big dick.

Oh, little C-battery powered friend,
With you, I can truly be me.
You don't judge me for coming to you once a day,
All right, let's be honest, sometimes three.

So while you don't bring me chocolates, roses,
Or other mushy stuff
You bring me something few men have,
And trust me, that's enough.