My Bosom Buddies by Guadalupe Gonzales

As I sit here rocking, ever rocking as before
Who should come aknocking with such knockers of galore
Heaving, heaving, ever breathing as she leaves the oceans' shore
Birds aflocking, ever flocking as she nears the cottage door

As I ponder in deep wonder of those knockers evermore,
Ever jolting, ever bolting, nearing now the cottage door,
Now seem rounder, ever rounder, firmly off the sandy shore,
Now their closer, ever closer, heaving bosoms at the door,

Door now open, words are spoken, ever spoken as before
hi mom

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