star-barkers'n starved baekers

star-barkers 'n starved baekers
they're all braiding waves
while their brooding moves them
i'd say it's brave wading
but weight's what wants'em
and they won't even run!
so why toss miss white moss over?
she's a fit boss
her lips talk
she brought you that wide moth
and this month she's mouthing Why's
lots-a-hops is older
taller
she's a wrinkled cup
her booms are smaller
but she's her own top
you spin her
and sure, it's a hamstrung samech
but she's handsome -
yeah, and a wreck
crippled and bitchy
thing is i want combed and witchy
stitched and hitch-y
a stickler for stripping
loves waking
lacks faking
and takes playing seriously