Roses are red, 
But Adria's redder.
If you don't stop puking
You'll never get better. 

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Mamie Meets Her Match   (A Valentine's Fable)

The Prologue --

Boys are cute,
but girls are cuter,
especially girls
with only one hooter.

(Could a girl with one hooter
find any love at all
with a boy who was cuter,
but had only one ball?)

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The Story --

Mamie was luscious,
but Mamie was shy.
Mamie was desperate
in her quest for a guy.

Mamie met Lance,
but she soon got the dump
when he went for a feel
-- and he felt up a lump.

Mamie met a surgeon,
then cried in disgust.
It was off with her breast
or her future was bust.

Mamie went under,
and when she woke up,
she glumly gaped down
at one lonely C cup.

Mamie went shopping
to buy a new breast.
Mamie looked normal
-- if she kept herself dressed.

Mamie met Alfred
who didn't suppose
Mamie was "special"
till he tore off her clothes.

Mamie met Steven,
who was hot on the hunt,
till he saw what she lacked
when he checked out her front.

Mamie met Louie,
who thought it was odd
how her chest readjusted
when he groped at her bod.

Mamie met Charlie,
who couldn't understand
why his sweetheart's left tit
came right off in his hand.

Mamie soon tired
of faking guys out.
She vowed to be honest
next time she went out.

Mamie met Harry,
and told him upfront,
"My chest is half empty.
You can split if you want."

Harry just grinned,
he was too tough to scare.
"Lookie here," he said kindly
as he pointed "down there."

Mamie was boggled,
she couldn't compute.
Harry's cup was half empty,
but he didn't give a hoot!

Mamie and Harry
soon lost their hearts,
a love match resulting
from losing their parts.

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The Moral --

Roses are red
and violets are blue.
To make perfect love,
you don't need to have two.