why can't I have them - what I want?
You say to ask and I'll receive
requesting perky breasts to flaunt
I get ones hanging past my knees

why can't I have them when I ask?
You say all comes to those who wait
but I have boobs all long and gaunt
I'm not impressed, I'll tell You straight

I shouldn't place such store in them
they're really just appendages
but it's Your fault, 'cause You made men
with one-track minds throughout the ages

I didn't sleep again today
but that is my usual way
I might write giddily and sway
it doesn't mean I've gone away

So I'll get up and walk around
for no purpose I can see
my general premise isn't sound
but I'll be the best that I can be

so wash and eat
is a good start
and a resounding fart
represents a stunning feat


this poem wasn't meant to mean
that godliness is always clean
so I'll will my mentor now ignore
and go back to bed and snore