Crunch time poems

A lady with aspirations and goals

Got a boob job at her husband's expense

She later regretted but out from her holes

Popped a child with no sense

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But many years later, she made her repentance

When her child had come of age.

She went to the doctors and got an ovary maintenance

She didn't stop there

And to her husbands despair

Got her chest reduced to a page

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The story doesn't end but goes in a cycle

From mother to daughter, they pass on their traits

And as a Phoenix withers and recycles

The child will make a man irate.