A lass called Polly Darton

Whom God has well endowed

With her 36D assets

She stands out in a crowd

 

Stood out like a peacock

As she struts around the place

We know it isn't Gods fault

If she falls flat on her face

 

With her chest stuck out in front

And her cheeks are all aglow

As she boasts her new found figure

With her twin peaks both on show

 

And now her new upholstery

Can be to everybody's gain

By ducking underneath

We can shelter from the rain

 

And when the bra is worn out

The new shape is the best

She can hang it in the garden

Birds can make a double nest.