3-D Breasts

3-D breasts!!( . )( . )

She had
3-D breasts,
they popped

( . )( . )

right out at you
even though you 
tried hard 
not to notice.

But they were always 
way ahead of her
in school 
and they came
around corners 
like two buses
colliding 
on a lollipop street.

She must have 
been a triple
C- cup
cause you couldn't 
miss C-ing them.

They jiggled 
and wobbled
like two 
Humongous
goblets
of peach jello.

"There's always 
room for 
that you know!"

And boy,

she had room
she got whole rooms 
to look at her.

Much like airbags 
the force of 
their release,
could quite easily
decapitate the head 
off any young boy
or at least 
give it a good twist.

She taught health class
and when she talked about
artificial resuscitation
I could hardly breathe.

When she bent over 
my desk to check a paper
the shadow was like 
Mt. McKinley
and I had a 
little climber 
all ready to go.

But when she talked 
about premature
ejaculation
I was already finished.

Ahhh...but 
she died last year
at the ripe old age of
ninety-two..and 
boy was
that funeral tempting.

I'll bet ya the coffin 
was an extra 
ten inches high.

I know I used 
to feel that way
less three 
spare the rod...
and spoil the child.

But I didn't go

to the funeral you know
cause it might have

been like the 
Hindenburg 
after the fall.

Two pendulums now
stilled from their 
final swing,
into a six foot hole
that covers all 
things 3-D-lightful
from view forevermore.

Thanks, Miss Quick

for the Mammaries
some Adolescent embarrassment
and a healthier 
then usual puberty.

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A true story from the heyday of my youth.