The Legend of “Nipples” McGee

They called her “Nipples” McGee

For reasons obvious to see

She was easy, but she wasn’t free

Many happily paid her steep fee

Her nipples were large and thick

With the girth of a grown man’s prick

If you were lucky she might let you lick

But only one, so please carefully pick

Whenever she would be on-the-go

Her breasts would swing wildly too and fro

Especially when running in the snow

Because no bra could contain them you know

All watching couldn’t help but to glance

When Nipples McGee took up bellydance

She would put men watching into a trance

Soon bulges showed in their pants

When she danced they would swing wildly thigh to thigh

But be careful you’re not poked in the eye!

Or if hit on the head you could die

Which happened once to some poor guy

The ravages of time won’t be beat

Sadly, gravity takes it toll like the heat

Her nipples sadly stretched down to her feet

But they made for a more comfortable seat

The day that she met her demise

Was the morning before the sunrise

Though to many is was not a surprise

Because everyone eventually dies

The men gathered around her and cried

The women bowed their heads and sighed

When someone slowly replied

That Nipples McGee has died!

Her funeral was held late in May

The service seem to take the whole day

All attendees bowed their heads to pray

Because Nipples would’ve liked it that way

Now she’s gone, all that’s left is her fame

Life in our town will never be quite the same

Her legend is all to remain

Nipples McGee was quite the dame!

(c) BAM