Rosemarie Hillcrest, October 1964

Vintage Playboy

                                                     Victoria Valentino, September 1963

A great poem

"Boobies are so wonderful

Boobies are so nice

Boobies go so great with scotch

Or bourbon over ice.





Some guys live for love that’s true

Some guys live for cooters

I prefer to write dumb poems

About bodacious hooters




Boobies ain’t just singular

They’re always set up double

I love to plant my face in them

And go…"BLUBBLE UBBLE UBBLE!





Boobies are so versatile

And have so many names

Knockers, ta-tas, hooters, knobs…

I call mine Ralph and James.




Boobies come in such a wide

Variety of sizes

Some are just so awesome

That they merit awesome prizes.




Of course there are some not so nice

That look like bowling pins

With stretch-marks flopping down somewhere

Around your granny’s shins.



I love to watch the gals go by

And watch their buttocks wiggle

But really I’d much rather watch

Their boobies bounce and jiggle



Some of you might laugh at me

To write this silly rhyme

But boobies are my special love

To me they are sublime.



If I were Emperor of the world

And master of all cities

I’d pass a law to keep the girls

From covering their titties



Let them puppies loose I say

Let ‘em sway and flop

Riverdance be damned I say

Let’s do the Boobie Hop



I really respect womanhood

And all their wondrous feats

Especially wet t-shirts

That show off their wondrous teats.




I see boobs were e’er I look

In mountains, lakes and rivers

I sculpt them from all kinds of things

Like marble and chopped liver.




So if you think that I’m uncouth

For where my head is at

That’s O.K, I’ll give you that…

Then swap you TIT for tat.




So in the end if you’ll forgive

My weird preoccupation

I’ll seek the help I truly need

And keep you aBREAST of the situation.



Thank you and good evening."







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I have doubts

...of who this might be.

Why do breasts make people enjoy them? Are they magical?
Even though there have been no conclusive findings, there have been many different theories about them.

If sometthing is for certain, is that we spend a lot of our free time talking about bewbies. Funny, huh?

I know. Perfect.