Poor Matilda’s a bit of a frump,
And her buttocks and thighs are too plump.
She has pendulous tits,
And she’s subject to fits,
Still, she’s worth the occasional hump!
Tag: big tits
Guessing game
Within decency’s scrupulous bounds,
When a girl flaunts her huge buxom mounds,
It’s quite fun to assay,
By what methods one may,
Their net weight in both kilos and pounds.
Ripeness
She was neither too old, nor too young.
She had breasts long and firm and low-slung,
A great arse, not too big,
A cunt like a sliced fig,
Silky fingers and talented tongue!
Street fare
She wore rags, and was covered in grime,
But her body was something sublime:
Firm young breasts of great size,
And between her smooth thighs
Lay a cunt slick with succulent slime.
Counting her blessings
‘Neath the sensible warm winter vest
Of Miss Darcy there dangles a breast
Of such marvelous size
It brings tears to one’s eyes,
And the other? My God! She’s twice blessed!
Dauntless
For the big tits she shamelessly flaunted,
Miss Nelson was gawked at and taunted:
She had them tattooed
With designs bold and lewd,
And exposed them still, bravely undaunted.
Juicy fruits
A young lady I’ve seen at the beach
Has a bum like a succulent peach.
She has melon-like tits,
And there perkily sits
A plump cherry-ripe nipple on each!
Quack
“If it walks like a duck and says quack,
It’s a duck,” he says. “Right? Check her rack!
And the camel toe, bro!
She’s a slut, buddy, soooo…
Get that big-titted bitch on her back!
Too much of a good thing
She had truly exceptional hooters,
Poor girl, but attracted no suitors…
The men that she’d met…
Nearest thing she could get,
Were all tit-obsessed, sleazy mad rooters!
Baps
She’s a bonny lass, big, bouncy baps,
Flirts with fellas, like, sits on their laps,
Gets em hard, too, I guess,
Rubbing under her dress,
Cheeky thing, even shags em, perhaps!