Breasts - Poem

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Breasts

After months and months in the wilderness,
I have something to confess,
On the move or while at rest,
I see visions of the breast,
All round plump and juicy,
I crave it - as you can see,
Throw in some legs and thighs,
I'll pass out without a sigh.

KFC, Pollo Tropical,
Where are you when I need you all ?
O French Canadian maiden -
Ou est le poule ? ----------- (*)
I could surely use the eggs she lays.
O mere sapnon ki Rani, --------- (**)
Mere liye bacha kuch biriyani. ---------(**)
Kohli, kohli inge vaa, ---------(***)
Konjum shakti yenaku tha. ---------(***)

Now I can more easily rest,
Having told you of the chicken breast,
Fried a crispy golden brown,
I can't wait for the next trail town.

* - (French) Where is the chiken
** - (Hindi) O Queen of my dreams, Save me some chicken fried rice
*** - (Tamil) Hen, hen come here, Give me some energy