Oh, Doctor Smitty,
It's me, Rhondity,
My breasts need more bounce, and extra durability;
Well, Rhondity,
You must pay for each titty,
And I'm quick, you'll be fixed in a jiffy;
Ol' Doctor Smitty
Made my breasts so nice and pretty,
Pumped 'em up, now they bounce wild and steady;
Ouch, Doctor Smitty,
One of my tits is feelin' kind of gritty,
It's bent way out, and looks wierdfully unwitty;
Well, Rhondity,
You've popped a very worn titty,
As you sag, your bra looks unfitty;
Please, Doctor Smitty,
You must fix me that titty,
This instant, before I go to the city;
Well, Rhondity,
You get none of my pity,
Paid, not you, for them implants to have warranty;
Doc, you quack,
You're goin' to fix that titty back,
Or with rage, you'll see how quickly I attack;
But Rhondity,
You popped a worn titty,
And from me, you got not a guarantee;
It's so sad,
You lost the tit you had,
But Rhondity, I find it still to bad;
Doc, you quack,
You give me all my money back,
Or your eyes, will both be wearin' black;
Now look here,
There's no reason you must fear,
I'll just take your other tit, and change the way it does appear;
Oh, Doctor Smitty,
You've just popped my only good titty,
With two tits stretched down to the floor, you're facin' one mean bitty;
Pop to the nose,
Now Doc, you see how quick it grows,
And hard, I pound, the fists with my throws;
Stop, Rhondity,
My nose has size, now bigger than a titty,
Let me fix 'em popped ones back, cause you're the very meanest bitty;
Tony Avila Sampson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-doctor-smitty-it-s-me-rhondity/
