Brief History of Bun

The care and feeding of the impossibly small

Random Crap Generator

The odds and sods of this and that

The Cancer Chronicles

An accounting of my father and his resident alien

The Chicken Saga

An accounting of my folly with fowl

The Ascent of Boy

Person rearing for amateurs

Home » Brief History of Bun

Angel of the morning

Submitted by Ominous Rabbit on June 12, 2004 – 8:54 amNo Comment

At five in the morning this came to me. I even woke my husband up so he could hear it.

Sung to the tune of “Leaving on a Jet Plane”

My boobs are full, they’re ready to blow
I’m standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to eat a bite.
But the dawn is breakin’, just like my bra,
My bust is achin’ it’s overfull.
Already it’s so painful I could die.

Chorus:
So kiss me and eat for me,
Tell me that you’ll drink for me,
Drink milk like you never have before
‘Cause my boobs are full to bursting
I sure hope that you are thirsty
Oh bun, I’d hate to blow….

It really brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it?

Popularity: -0% [?]

Leave a comment!

Add your comment below, or trackback from your own site. You can also subscribe to these comments via RSS.

Be nice. Keep it clean. Stay on topic. No spam.

You can use these tags:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

This is a Gravatar-enabled weblog. To get your own globally-recognized-avatar, please register at Gravatar.

Please leave these two fields as-is:

Protected by Invisible Defender. Showed 403 to 4,755 bad guys.