There they are
Fully before our eyes
We try not to look
What a surprise!
It’ll make no difference
Medium, large, or small
Or where they appear
On short or on tall
Made just for staring
Appearing so on chests
Men have no choice
There can be no regrets
We yearn for more
Or less on same days
They are all around us
There’s no escaping the craze
We yearn to see more
Or to touch if we can
Thank God for breasts
It’s great to be a man!
