We interrupt this broadcast
To bring the saddest news
At 10.29 on September the Eighth
They've kidnapped a Poetess's muse
The ransom note was written in crayon
And gave but one instruction
Her muse will only be returned
When she’s had a breast reduction
This should negate the bragging
And appease those from the Deep South
As currently, though they are massive
They are not half as big as her mouth.
Reece Kaye
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-the-nine-o-clock-muse/
