#00295/Greeting Card (6.25" x 4.5") - Blank

And now for a beautiful poem about boobs:

Men are very keen on boobs,
be they city slickers or backwoods rubes.
They seem to think the bigger the better,
“If yer gal wants a boob job, then go on and let ‘er!”

What is it that is so damn compelling
about a gal whose sweater is swelling?
When mammeries bounce with every vibration
men give new meaning to the word "titillation."

She might have a voice like a dying hyena,
or breath with more than hints of Purina.
She might smell like cheese or be way too religious.
She might be vindictive, childish or litigious.

She might be illiterate, or racist or Republican.
She might pick up businessmen at the Rusty Pelican.
She might have a heart that is truly sadistic.
She might make decisions after consulting a mystic.

In short, she might be stupid or dirty or mean,
but if her boobs are big, be they real or saline,
there's some idiot out there who'll overlook her faults
if he can just be subjected to some mammific assaults

My theory may be borne of spite,
cuz’ my cup size is that of a mosquito bite.
But I think there’s some truth that, given their druthers,
those boob boys would love to go back to their mothers!