Tittie Traitor

He told me he loved me…

But he only loved my breast,

Those big bouncy b***s,

That were attached to my chest.

 

He told me he loved me…

But he only loved my bras.

Those delicate booby shelves,

Those booby enhancing spas.

 

He told me he loved me…

But he did not tell the truth.

He did not love the whole of me,

Just the parts named Cher and Ruth.

 

He told me he loved me…

But his love was deceptive.

So I made him some coffee,

With a hint of contraceptive.

 

He told me he loved me…

But then he grew moobs.

He loved his own man tits,

Better than my b***s.

 

Author's Note

Slide me a review if you had a laugh! If you have ideas for improvement on this poem, please share! I am open to your opinions on the big milk things. :)

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

Lol this hysterically funny, and I enjoyed the clever vengeful twist at
The end!! Very witty...Thank you for the laughs! :)

[Margo Seuss]

You are welcome, Barrie Joy! I love when people laugh!

[ms. barrie]

So do I...And I needed a laugh today...Lol moobs...
Aaw, I almost feel sorry for the guy, but I don't :)

[C. Rose]

Bwahaha. Definitely produced some chuckling.

I was happy the level of appropriateness stayed at the teen level.

Thanks for the laughs :)

[Margo Seuss]

I live to produce chuckles! Thanks for laughing!