I was tickling skinny nurses tackling an itching, bladder-gall power,
while my soft danglers bloomed as a twitching, madder-wall flower
or, as my Siamese pistils flowered in a *******, badder-ball shower
that was so gay & so hands-free, like shootin' students from a tower
Express myself? Where's my breast pump? Milk me dry in an hour,
but hurry, because Afro-Negroidal **** milk tends to quickly sour.