My wife wanted breast augmentation
Because she was
completely flat
And I wanted to get an
Eagle Tattoo
So, we negotiated,
kind of, Tit for Tat
My wife wanted breast augmentation
Because she was
completely flat
And I wanted to get an
Eagle Tattoo
So, we negotiated,
kind of, Tit for Tat
Are you wearing a pout?
Well, it’s bold without
a doubt
But the overwhelming impression
Is that you look like a
trout
When I saw my wife’s Botox bill
I couldn’t believe my
eyes
I pointed it out to my
wife
But she didn’t look
surprised
Are you addicted to plastic surgery?
Or just had more than
your fair share
Well, it’s a sure sign
when your surgeon
Is an employee of
Tupperware
Plastic surgeons have the expertise
To enhance breasts
into a feature
But disproportionate
enhancement
Makes for an odd-looking
creature
You can wear an ankle bracelet
And have piercings
through your bits
You can even have a
tramp stamp
But don’t go messing
with your tits
You can wear a thong
up your bum
You can remove every
hair you’ve grown
You can show everyone
your belly
But please leave your
tits alone
I’ll admit they’re not
the biggest
But you have the
perfect little pair
I don’t want you to
look like Jordan
With two footballs
hanging there
Your breasts were made
by nature
And by definition they
are perfection
I don’t want a surgeon
Frankenstein
Messing with your
lovely confections
People of a certain age
With skin like tired
elastic
Go to see a surgeon
And are quite
enthusiastic
Though the procedures
Seem a little drastic
The surgeon promises
They will look
fantastic
In reality however
they just
Tighten the tired
elastic
But the patient is
satisfied
And pay the bill on
plastic
With such widespread use of breast implants
There will surely come
a time in the next 50 years
When there will be a
large octogenarian population
Of confused and
befuddled perky breasted grandmas