I remember a pair of fine breasts
she was one of my Groundhog Day guests.
Oh to tear it asunder
just to see what was under
the bulges of Miriam's vest.
So I asked her to look for the hog
who would soon be observed in the bog.
When she finally bowed
bothe her cups overflowed
and my eyes got their treat in the fog.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/groundhog-breasts/
