My friend had a baby

 

 
she’s  round 
round as a sound,  round as 
the earth itself is round, with a tongue lofty 
as High Tor [limestone crag that towers over Matlock Bath]
hair-triggered and unrepentant, dense as she is fine [and vice versa]
 dangerous,  generous…and Irish, now wouldn’t ya know. At times, a wee bit 
too close to the bone for my tastes, but I’m a fossil and she’s just a lass 
with an ass as round, round as her two tits are round and 
her milk is the colour of an oatflake moon
swoonin’ over Montana  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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