Busted
Trusted bust /
collecting dust /
high up in my attic. /
Dented boobs. /
Maybe abused? /
Or was it just poor tactic?
If worn today /
who is to say /
if they would be less lactic?
Trusted bust /
collecting dust /
high up in my attic. /
Dented boobs. /
Maybe abused? /
Or was it just poor tactic?
If worn today /
who is to say /
if they would be less lactic?
Filed under 2017, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Tagged as Big Don the Costumier, boobs, bust, costume, Friday, humor, Knoxville, photo, poem, rhyming poem, Victoria Kay, writing prompt
