IS BREAST BEST?

Milk bottles crashed
Upon cobbles as glass
And its glitter was dashed
In the frost;
....Against Monkey Bridge steps,
....Or their dark silhouette,
....Or the railway lines crept
....Where we crossed,
And as John and I nicked them
We competed to pick them
In the riskiest thick of
Day’s gloss.

But as fervour decreased
We took to releasing
Two vessels apiece to
Extend it,
....Until stooped low like a fool,
....One morning towards school,
....I was seen with a bag full
....Of empties,
And to this very day,
With imprisonment baying,
I’ve been staying away
From big tits.