About Breasts-With Apologies

There once was a lady named Kane she lived in Northcumberland Lane she was a bit fat and regrettably flat it was driving her somewhat insane. So she constantly went and attacked those who had what she obviously lacked and whenever she dressed she was praying for breasts, made with the old devil a pact. Then one day in the middle of Spring she was scratching her scapular wing when she noticed a swelling and hot tears began welling and her titties began to sing. Well the devil had kept his word had corrected where God must have erred within fourteen hours she was getting flowers and Uriah was gawking, my word.