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42 what a size
suppose it's the booby prize
some find them a treat
a long time since I seen my feet
buttons used to pop
now they just flop
of men I despair
their eyes focus 'there'
it's hard not to look like a tart
they cover a really big heart

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thanks eph x

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42 is the ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything.
I suppose they are right LOL..
At least someone like that cannot fall flat on their face.
Just thinking aloud, or is it not allowed to think, Yours Sparrow.
PS:- I think I nearly dropped a boob there????? Shush Sparrow you will wake Ian.T.
(THHGTTU:- The hitch hikers guide to the Universe)

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

thanks Ian x

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I'm glad you were up front in the meaning....Did it feel good to get that off your chest?.....I try to stay abreast of your work ((help, help, I've started and can't stop)) These remarks probably make me seem a boob....this poem doesn't fall flat......aaarrrrgh....lmao......................stan

Hi Stan
thanks for the laugh you gave me glad you enjoyed this silly little one cheers x

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As the husband of a woman graced with a size of 44-FF, I find myself in the unenviable position of being one of those men that you despair of, and often find myself castigated, in spite of 21 years of marriage.


I love this poem, Sue, it is simple, funny, and oh so true.

Respectfully, Race

"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo

Hi Jim this was wrote in about 2 mins because someone asked me to write one with the title 42 I'm sure they wanted deep and meaningful but this is what they got so glad you enjoyed this little one all the best Sue x

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This poem makes me want to write one titled "6"..............snicker, snicker............stan

Sparrow wants to know if you would call it slack Alice, so I have tied his beak up with Gaffer tape, he woke me up with his laughing,
Yours Yenti

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Hi Stan if you want to write it, write it lol all the best Sue x

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thanks frenchf x

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if women had a 42
then after 42
they 'll never be able to see their feet .....

and if men were 42
then they won't be able to see that
even when tis on
and you know the girth of those
who eat junk food
what men


thanks x

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but did u like it???


oops sorry yes I did very much thanks x

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