Biblical Limericks: Boob Variations

For our dear little sister we moan;
she’s not developed breasts of her own.
Her milkshake’s yet to bring
boys to the yard with a ring.
Til then we’ll see they leave her alone.

For our dear little sister we moan;
she’s not developed breasts of her own.
In an emergency
we’d pay for surgery,
but she prefers her melons home grown.

For our dear little sister we moan;
she’s not developed breasts of her own.
Without any knockers
we must ask the doctors,
“Can we help her with some silicone?”

For our dear little sister we moan;
she’s not developed breasts of her own.
One day soon her jubblies
will be oh so lovely,
until then this is a jug free zone.

Song of Solomon 8: 8