Ode To My Tiny Boobs

Oh tiny twins, so small and sweet,
a modest curve, yet so elite.
No weight to bear, no ache to bring,
a freedom light as birds in spring.

No wires poke, no straps oppress,
no need for push-up’s false caress.
In a T-shirt, or a dress,
you shine with effortless finesse.

You never bounce, you never strain,
and when I run, you don't complain.
No sag, no jiggle, no bouncy mess,
Just perky charm with zero stress.

Society may praise the grand,
and mine are small, you understand.
But beauty comes in every size,
and mine? A gift, a sleek surprise.

So here’s to you, my perfect pair,
no heavy weight, no extra care.
For confidence it's plain to see,
my tiny boobs are perfectly...me.