GROWTH

They are divine,They flourish every week.Securely cupped, their size is uppedSuch roundness do I seek.I have a reason for my whims,That they be large or huge,In low cut dress, I must impressAnd so to subterfuge!With all my heart to look the partI use my vulpine wiles,I do believe my bosoms heave,Responding to my guiles.No scalpel will encroach my skin,Or surgeon operate,A chicken fillet in my braWill happily inflate!!!!