There are no backsies in life, so if life gives you lemons (or breast cancer) laugh in its face and move forward.
Hahaha! superb limerick.
Thanks! I am a horrible poet, which is why I chose to write a poem for this week's writer's workshop challenge. Trying to get out of my box a little!
That's the best booby poem I've ever read, lol. Maybe the only one, great way to look at a sucky situation! :)
It's the first boobie poem I've ever written. Now I know how it feels to be a 6th grade boy.
Why, thank you!
I loved it! I am new to your blog, may not know the back story, but is this about you?
It's about me and my PERKY BOOBIES!
That is fabulous! Way to make lemonade out of lemons!
That's my theory. I'd rather laugh than cry.
Love it! Best booby poem ever!
Thanks, Natalia! How many booby poems have you read, anyway? :)
Absolutely perfect! That is one of the best limericks I've seen in a long time. I'll bet you were smiling when you wrote it!
Thank you kindly! And you would have lost that bet. I labored over this for hours. I am NOT A POET!
I don't know quite how to react-siesI'm glad that your boobs are intact-siesAnd the rest of youIs glorious, tooSo time to tell cancer 'No Backsies'
It took me ALL NIGHT to write mine, and you dashed this little beauty off in ten seconds!
Uhm, p'raps, but if we ever went for coffee, I'd be a hot mess and you'd think I was a total loser, so I guess we all got different skills#socialclutz
Wow. That's the awesomest boob poem ever!
My husband got worried when he found out I was rhyming the word "sit", but I kept 'er clean!
Okay, clean-ISH. I DID say shit, after all.
I don't envy how you got there but I am INCREDIBLY jealous of your girls-at-attention! Also, your limerick skillz ain't half bad, neither!
They truly are a work of art, as is my flat tummy, but I couldn't fit that into the limerick.
Best limerick ever! Love it.
Thank you! It was a challenge.
Thank you very much!
Holy crap talk about a mind fuck! >.<I looked at the picture and was just... I dunno, I'm not even a boob guy and I was like... does she know most will likely be staring at her boobs... Should I comment about that?... then I recall the stuff you had go on with said thing... so thought best not... and why is this a tribute to her daughters... wait, I thought she only had one daughter... maybe I was wrong?.... I don't exactly know her family or the like beyond random blogging and pics... oh god that isn't her daughter is it? Oh my fucken nuts... look away...!Then I read the poem and it all made sense.Well played.Jak at The Cryton Chronicles & Dreams in the Shade of Ink
I can hardly thank you for laughing so much. I would never have guessed that this little limerick would cause you so much anguish! (Would this be a bad time to tell you my plastic surgeon said no one would be able to tell they're fabricated if I were in a wet t-shirt contest?)
Pics or it didn't happen? (You know... when that happens?) lol
I promise you pics, Jak!
Bold and brilliant!
You are too, too kind!
absolutely brilliant! I have to wonder how you could avoid the obvious Rhyme.... it was done so skillfully! "unfit"" s*** "and "sit" just seem to invite the obvious!