Gravity

Unsupported her big bosom droops
When she leans forward, kneels or stoops,
Which she does, as we speak,
And one cops a good peek,
As she giggles, and winks, and say “Oops!”

Yo-yo

Her pristine reputation besmirched,
She gyrated and yo-yoed and lurched,
To her poor father’s shock,
As she rode on the cock
Of the boy upon whom she was perched.