A haiku about breasts: the minus side of the plus size

He ogled her so…

His eyes fell down her cleavage

to join the lost crumbs.


She fished out the crumbs…

but left his eyes in the dark

unless he promised.


An acknowledgment…

She possessed a brilliant brain

but not in her breasts.


He remained stubborn…

Possessing a second brain

elsewhere than his head.


She hired a baby…

They’re just large mammary glands

do you stare at cows?


His eyes were happy…

He had a mother complex

Oedipus blinded.


She stood in a storm…

Dressed in her under-wired bra

lightning conductor.



Stubbornness off the grid

they fried each other.

(c) sarahcpotter, 2012

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

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