
Hormones and rhyming dictionaries seem to go together. Let's celebrate this by publishing the poems you wrote as a teenager.
( , Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:49)
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Im 16 so it counts.
Why hello there,
flat-chested friend,
to me a padded bra
you lend.
and you know,
that it will fit,
cos both of us,
ain't got no tits.
But it don't matter,
cos you see,
we're boobless buds,
yeah you and me.
Don't stuff our bra's,
with no kleenex,
cos we don't use
no false effects.
We got nothing,
to get off our chests,
cos both of us,
ain't got no breasts.
But very soon,
our bra's will fill,
because we're going
on the pill.
( , Fri 12 Aug 2005, 12:06, Reply)
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