WINNER # 2
Twas Two Months Before Christmas
Twas two months before Christmas, a boob job I await,
MJ made the announcement, no need to comtemplate.
My g-string was hung from the bedpost with care,
In hopes that my husband soon would be there.
Our children were gone, not a sole in their beds,
While visions of cleavage danced in my head.
With me in my pj's, my hair in a net,
A boob job I desired, some boobs I must get.
One day on the radio, the Breast Christmas began,
I sprang from my car, with my pen in hand.
Away to the computer I typed like a fool,
Hammered hard on the keyboard, I started to drool.
I knew I must come up with something real clever,
I could not tell a lie, not now not ever.
So I came up with something silly and funny,
I could never afford boobs, I did not have the money.
With time running out I started to grin,
My heart started pounding, I needed to win.
I finished my poem and transmitted in time,
Nervousness overcame me, like I'd commited a crime.
Now MJ, now Froggie, now Hoover, and Fester,
On Hurricane, on Taco Boy what a lovely gesture.
From a 36B to a full 40C,
Some boobs I need, boobs I need, big boobs for me.
Linda St.Hilaire