UnPoetia:Lusty beauty behind the counter

Poetry for people who hate poetry

She worked down in the village store

Where she would smile and serve;

To jerks like me who had the nerve

To ask if we could see some more -

"Of her", I said, as my mates gethered round,

"I dropped a penny on the ground,

And she's so nice she picked it up,

And what I saw was just plain luck:

Her breasts, so ample, and so smooth

Where the shadows dwell between her Groove

And the light danced with delicate grace;

I could not help but rub my place."