Waffling Wapping.

In The Sun,
The current Bun,
On page three,
We see,
Busty substances a pair,
More than just quite fair,
And a pretty face,
These substances both grace.

But you might balk,
If you heard the person talk,
Her thoughts they do not show,
Lucky we donít them have to know,
As her opinions could be onions,
Which feel like bunions,
And are unkind,
To any mind,
And you her donít also have to smell,
Which might,
Who knows?
Be just as well.

---May 6, 2009---

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