Titty-Bop Sonnet
by Jill Kelly
What's to stop me, say, from writing
A beauty's-best blazon, never looking
Above, below, or beyond gianormous
Jugs jugging-in at a C-cup 36?
Well, sure, some critic might claim,
Porco è porcu, his pen unable to sustain
A poetic argument of "real" value;
But that's no reason not to do as I do,
Which is express a love of bib-bubs
In a fourteen-line song to the God of
Titty-bops-hast thou forsaken me?
Why not hand over a naked Jilly Kelly
So I can finally stop writing this
Thing & slide my this between her thats?



