It's my glass tit,
Sparkling, every bit.
Funny nodules around its base,
Running fingers in the space.
A groovy lip,
It gives the pip.
But do you think this tit of glass
Is useless and would em-barr-ass ?
Why no, mein herr, it has a use,
It squeezes all that lemon juice !

Comments
Silver Spun Sand | September 20, 2010 - 11:04
Thank you for bringing a smile to my face this Monday morning;-)
Enjoyed.
Tina
hilary west | September 20, 2010 - 11:34
Thanks SSS: one of those zany things !
Highhat | September 20, 2010 - 12:16
I laughed too. Lovely lemon juice to keep the old bod clean ;)
hilary west | September 20, 2010 - 12:26
Right on Highhat, inside as well as out !
maggyvaneijk | September 20, 2010 - 19:39
such a playful poem, glad it was written in a great city :)
skinner_jennifer | September 22, 2010 - 08:21
Hi hilary west,
just read your poem, loved it. You wrote it in Bristol, that's where I was born and grew up, it's a
brilliant city.
I don't know if you meant it to be humourous, but I
found it quite funny.
Jenny.
hilary west | September 22, 2010 - 11:58
Whenever I looked at it in the kitchen, all I could see was a glass tit ! Thanks for your comments.