There was once a lady of Om
Who bets she has the biggest bosom.
And the men all in gloom
Put the bets on her bosom
Whilst she opened her bloom
And everybody claps with a boom.

She is searching for a groom
Who can afford a golden broom
A wall-to-wall carpeted room
An elastic, transparent condom
A million times of that `oomm'.
In exchange for her hungry bosom.

Then came one day in the city of Om.
A man applied to be her groom.
He had nothing but an with zoom.
Woe to her, she married in gloom.
Futile is the price of her big bosom.
She got in return, a doze of doom.

© REY & DIOMA, 1989