(420 lbs. & counting: District,1976)
When Sugar-Sugar danced topless in DC,
the neighborhood shook– cracks ran in the tarmac,
Senators on the Hill hid under their desks–
Old ladies cried, “The sky is falling!”
And if she broke wind, trees toppled,
rats in the basement ran for cover!
There were earth-tremors on her belly
– tides of the sea rolled in her armpits–
The suburbs– Arlandria– was flooded–
Her hair– a great storm– rolled through the midwest,
up to Moline and Rockford where her breasts were suns
bouncing off distant stars.
Her nipples captured the light of solar explosions–
and her hips were whole continents colliding!
What a woman!
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