A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, November 24, 2018

this chick's tits are the business

this chick's tits are the business, and she
don't mind how I mind her business, in fact
she's an entrepreneur of décolletage
her initial and public offering's large
oh,
but oh so discreet and modest, as well.
She keeps all such assets well-wrapped,
you can tell if you make her an offer,
she's not going to sell.

What kind of a business is that?

I don't know, but she's doing quite well,
apparently. She corners the market
with ease and grace, and each presentation
she makes is high, and proud, and firm
and fair, and not at all in-your-face.

One could only wish. But really, it's better
when everything's kept
to its proper place.
Isn't it?

It is. But there is no accounting
for taste,

in this biz.

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