FEBRUARY'S POEM: ME LIKEY

Rolling pins, boulders,

Areola soldiers.

Yams to slam,

Cherry-glazed hams.

Headlights, honkers,

Makin’ me bonkers.

Pancake flapjacks,

Downy milk stacks.

Billowy pillows,

Mind if I feel those?

A through D hooters,

Wish I was at Shooters.

An invite to ask for those digits,

Are you smuggling Mexican midgets?

Swinging small planets with water balloon grace,

More than a mouthful can be such a waste.

Boobs.