Great Tits

She’s got great tits.

A pair

Of roundle breasts

Lure the innocent

To the bonny woman 

Best Obsessed 

Over

By everyJack,

Her friends giggle

To the last breath.

Fueled

By liquorish tongue

Dad whips her 

Whom he mouths 

He loves 

She’s got great tits.

In a drunken stupor 

And by evil intent

Grows 

Louder and more orangey red

Dynamite 

Might explode 

An apoplexy

May it

Strike him dead.

A viper’s head

Fold of flesh 

In gravelly sand

Father

Hem or Haw

Heckle or Jeckle

It is unknown 

Who

Laid down

This track

Slitherly

Till all are trapped.