Chests jut, robing's doffed, open-eyer,
Rack lofts nipping toward the nose,
Too-tight mammals being sprung--bye, attire!
or
Drool-sight carnal being sprung--bye, attire!
or
Two nice handfuls being sprung--bye, attire!
or
Boobs like camels being sprung--bye, attire!
or
Bloom like morels being sprung--bye, attire!
or
Food-white channels being sprung--bye, attire!
Glands both pressed up, divest of clothes.

Heav'nly bodies posed to turn me from my missal tome,
Help to make a sees-'em sight.
Spy-teat thoughts, and my eyes crawl the gloam;
I'm trying hard to peep tonight.

Two toted sandbags on 'em weigh,
These big 'n's, lots--in troy* a good three-ten, I'd say.
As penance, Mother chides this goggles guy
Who sees stripped raiment release yoked bounty high.

Glands-homed, I'm ogling these de-wimpled** frames
From nips to wondrous 92s.
Pall robes, when they're shed, man-please sight, monk sees dames'
Mamm'ry vistas' two view.


*310 troy ounces; 1 troy ounce = 1.1 avoirdupois ounce
**wimple: a cloth covering around the head and neck, worn by some nuns