ERIN GO BRAUGH(LESS)
by MalePatternBoldness
Erin go braless
In the afternoon sun,
The top of her peasant dress
Coming undone.
And I fasten my eyes
On her peek-a-boo breasts
And try to determine
Which one I like best.
Erin go braless --
So round, so precise --
Twin globes held suspended
By God's own device,
With just enough motion
To catch a man's eye
And embolden the serpent
Held secure 'neath his fly.
Erin go braless...
Oh! To be young.
Virile and handsome
And monstrously hung.
But since I am not,
I'm quite happy to be
Watching Erin go braless,
Unfettered and free.
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