What’s in Your Handbag, honey?
Size matters. Man, she’s tanned,
She’s lean’s a greyhound
Except for her silicon knockers.
What’s in your handbag, honey?
Sweet thing, eye candy,
Doctors her doubts with gin
Swallows her baby-blockers.
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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