An ode to the teat.

Fair teat,

Say where or when, I shall see you again.
Round, fleshy, mound of love,
Full of life-giving milk dangling above.
Below the child whose hunger grows,
kisses the teats and for fun blows,
to motorboat the big old breasts;
of ways to pass the day, this is best.
The jiggly ones are hard to beat,
but even small ones are sweet-ass sweet

I say to you dear nipple and breast,
I thank you for all you do
After punishing the chooch and taking a short rest,
I shall sit and write more odes to honor you