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Soggy Bits
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Soggy Bits

Poem By Irene C S ClarkHogg

I know there’s lumps in odd places;
But don’t you just stand and gape,
It’s because I’m rather ancient,
That I’m this peculiar shape.

It’s got to do with gravity;
That’s why things just sort of lag,
And no amount of corsetry
Can put off the advancing sag.

They’ve got to come off at bedtime,
And then, damn it, the truth he sees,
‘Cos my bum is hugging my thighs
And my boobs are bruising my knees.

I don’t really care what I look like,
Because he is my gentle man,
I love him and his soggy bits,
And he loves me just as I am.

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