Mary's puppies

Growing up Mary was sad, she was different than the other girls,

While they were blonde hair,  blue eyed and tan,

Mary was a red head ginger with curls. 

the girls would point, the boys would stare, it seemed worse with every day.

She never knew what prank they would pull,

or what one of them might say.

Mary would soon find out, it had nothing to do with her hair, 

the reason all the girls would point and all the boys would stare.

You see, Mary hadn't really noticed, what everyone else could see,

she had started to develop something quite extra-ordinary.

Many names they have been given, 

breasts, tits, boobs, pups, twins,  and mammaries, 

but just as the descriptions can be endless,

size neither adheres to boundaries.

As Mary continued to get bigger, from adolescence into her teens,

so did her companions, from C's to D's to E's. 

Until the day came, 

She was walking across the stage,

On graduation day from high school,

She noticed she liked what was happening, 

Thinking to herself this attention is pretty cool.

All the girls were jealous,

The boys whistling loud as could be,

As Mary walked across the stage with her bouncing doubled D's.

So from then on it was the stage life for Mary,

Dancing, splits and spinning around poles,

Ones, tens and twenty dollar bills,

all for playing a naughty little role.

They would no longer call her Mary,

that freckle faced little ginger  that wouldn't hurt a flea,

Mary was now Inga, the big breasted, horned cap wearing, Norwegian Viking from the Bering Sea. 

So thank goodness for Mary's puppies,

in the end they saved the day.

Her family no longer on welfare,

they even have a maid.

Nothing is too good for Mary, she can have anything she please,

As long as she keeps the puppies bouncing,

For all the men to see.

So every night that Mary turns into Inga,

she's keeping her bank account fed,

using the puppies as Viking hammers,

Hitting patrons over the head.