The Boob Fairy
A song by Deirdre Flint
When I was in my teenage years, I did just what I should,
I listened to my mother and I was kind and sweet and good.
And my friends and I did rituals and I prayed with all my might
That this would be the evening that she'd stop along her flight.
Well, that was several years ago and that chick's long overdue,
And it's time I came to terms with something plainly clear to you.
The Boob Fairy never came for me.
No, the Boob Fairy never came for me.
Okay, I'm spunky and I'm cute and I've got a great personality,
But the Boob Fairy never came for me.
Well, we were the third house on a country drive, I thought
Maybe she just got lost, so I hung my bra on the mailbox
Til the neighbors took it off.
And all my friends got visits and expanded through the years
And left me wailing to the gods buying training bras at Sears.
Still I harbor hopes, she'll come for me, I know she will.
I'd get 'em done myself, if she'd agree to fit the bill.
The Boob Fairy never came for me.
No, the Boob Fairy never came for me.
Look, I wasn't wanting melons, just a cute curvaceous "B,"
But the Boob Fairy never came for me.
I listened to my mother and I was kind and sweet and good.
And my friends and I did rituals and I prayed with all my might
That this would be the evening that she'd stop along her flight.
Well, that was several years ago and that chick's long overdue,
And it's time I came to terms with something plainly clear to you.
The Boob Fairy never came for me.
No, the Boob Fairy never came for me.
Okay, I'm spunky and I'm cute and I've got a great personality,
But the Boob Fairy never came for me.
Well, we were the third house on a country drive, I thought
Maybe she just got lost, so I hung my bra on the mailbox
Til the neighbors took it off.
And all my friends got visits and expanded through the years
And left me wailing to the gods buying training bras at Sears.
Still I harbor hopes, she'll come for me, I know she will.
I'd get 'em done myself, if she'd agree to fit the bill.
The Boob Fairy never came for me.
No, the Boob Fairy never came for me.
Look, I wasn't wanting melons, just a cute curvaceous "B,"
But the Boob Fairy never came for me.
8 comments:
A great satirical poem.
It's better in the long run to wish for a visit from the brain fairy, but I think I understand the desire.
haha.
mine visited when i was 10. one of 2 catholic schoolgirls wearing bras under our uniforms in 5th grade. *sigh*
I was glad that she came on schedule.
The greener grass will eventually show up.
Sometimes the Boob Fairy gets lost. I figured that she wasn't coming when I turned 18.
Large boobs are not necessary.
Hey, that was funny! What
s your bra size Angelique?
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