HINKUM BOOBY
WARNING: here be adolescent humour - no disrespect intended (set topic for Poetry in Paradise)
My hinkum booby’s a false one
My dinkum one’s very real
If you think you can tell them apart
Well come on up and cop a feel
The hinkum one is all swelled up
drum tight like a birthday balloon
The dinkum one is soft and wobbly
If you kiss it I shall swoon
The hinkum one, I kid you not
Cost me the bloody earth
the dinkum one, well whaddaya know
it came free with birth
My hinkum booby stands up straight
Even when I lie down
But my dinkum one, I’ll give you the drum
slips down toward the ground
If I ever had to lose a boob
which one would I pity
The hinkum one that ain’t really mine
or my own fair dinkum titty?
© eoin macdhugail April 2014
WARNING: here be adolescent humour - no disrespect intended (set topic for Poetry in Paradise)
My hinkum booby’s a false one
My dinkum one’s very real
If you think you can tell them apart
Well come on up and cop a feel
The hinkum one is all swelled up
drum tight like a birthday balloon
The dinkum one is soft and wobbly
If you kiss it I shall swoon
The hinkum one, I kid you not
Cost me the bloody earth
the dinkum one, well whaddaya know
it came free with birth
My hinkum booby stands up straight
Even when I lie down
But my dinkum one, I’ll give you the drum
slips down toward the ground
If I ever had to lose a boob
which one would I pity
The hinkum one that ain’t really mine
or my own fair dinkum titty?
© eoin macdhugail April 2014
