Breast Fandango

My breasts they jump and thump

and dump upon my chest

as I run, 

what fun

they don't know up 

they don't know down

they're older now you see

and haven't a clue 

that I don't use a bra

when I should

if I could 

but its painful  

they aren't a pair

one is from here to there 

and the other's from there to here

one bigger and better 

and don't compare

they'll get angry 

and fly of the handle

its Ann's boobs you know

there out in the snow

of Norway's Winter Fandango.

A  well kown Dane: Halfdan Rasmussen wrote this far superior poem about the same thing:-

Badut springer Ruth er fantastisk 

hun hopper så ett og elastisk 

at alle de små attributter 

badutter privat når hun slutter.