I love babies and boobies,
but in very different ways:
I love boobies because they make me happy
I love babies because making them makes me happy.
I love babies and boobies,
but I don't touch them the same
I certainly don't kiss them the same!
Giving boobies funny names makes me happy,
I haven't had a baby yet, but who knows?
I love babies and boobies,
But they are not the same
I love sunshine and rain,
although they're not the same.
I love us together, because we're not the same.
I love a lot of different things
but not this poem very much.
I though boobies would be funny
and babies would be too.
But this is getting silly,
and I am getting too.