Bosoms, bosoms

I found this hand-written poem tucked inside my second-hand copy of The Penguin Book of Contemporary Verse. Unsurprisingly it is anonymous (as much as I would like to say it is my own genius). Many congratulations to the poet, who has technically met with fame at last.

Bosoms, bosoms, bouncing, bare

Down the bush paths everywhere

What immortal hand or eye

Framed thy matchless symmetry?

Bosoms vast and bosoms trim,

Bosoms sleek and bosoms firm,

Bosoms large and bosoms tiny,

Bosoms warm and round and shiny,

Bosoms petite and bosoms bold,

Bosoms pendulous and cold.

Sugar plums and acid drops

Naafi teacups, razor strops

What a study in the nude,

Overpowering, rather rude.

O, to see again one fair

Damsel, in a brassiere!

ANON.