When Katrina went a-golfing,
She put on all the "glam"
For, this outing was quite special,
The girls were all "en femme"

One thing worries Katey,
Her body's like a tube.
Staright up and down, both back and front,
She hasn't got a boob.

So, digging out her Playtex,
The "living" kind, I think,
She fastened up the fasteners,
Quicker than a wink.

And, taking up her breast forms,
She put one in each side,
And, standing at the mirror,
She preened herself with pride.

But pride, as we all know, folks,
Comes before a fall,
If Katrina had but known,
She'd not have gone at all.

But she went off a-golfing,
She made a mighty pass,
Her club went swinging through the air,
Her boob fell on the grass.

But, Katey didn't notice,
Lop sided though she was,
And after playing 18 holes,
The girls all had a pause.

They all went trotting to the bar,
To have themselves a tipple,
And the barman said to poor old Kate,
"Oh, Miss, we've found your nipple."

Janey Lang
27th.Feb