The Breast Stroker

December 11, 2009
By Siraidly SILVER, Highland Park, Illinois
Siraidly SILVER, Highland Park, Illinois
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The day of me birth was me first stroke
of breast
I just spit out me bottles, clung tight to
mum's chest
There was no dean's for me, for mum's brand was
the best
I would drink them to dry, then rest soft in
me nest.
But then i grew older, now muscled,
a man
I then stroked the breast for the team that
I swam
I was best I was told, number one in
thee class
And not only by coach, but in bed with
me lass.
And I'll still stroke the breast till I'm six feet
In dirt
Breast Stroker for life, under water
and shirt.

The author's comments:
The poem speaks for its self. All true, right from the beginning. I swam breaststroke for my high school's varsity program. Its no surprise that my favorite drink is milk.

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