As I get older

my boobs are not

perky and peak

 they are

racing to see which

one gets to the south

I hope they don’t reach my feet.

I looked hot to the boys

 Who would whistle at my cute figure

and perky boobs.

The young men don’t look

at me the same

My boobs are having a race

to get  to the south, down  to my knees

How the boys

use to perve at

 my nice perky boobs.

Now I colour my hair

and my skin is all wrinkled

I use to have perky boobs

My boobs are having a race

to the south ,they’re getting close to my knees

I look in the mirror and queeze