There was a young lass named Willow
Who thought a chest made an excellent pillow
She's a breast gal, you see
Tara's filled her with glee
Whether naked or with frills and a bow
There once was a girl name McClay
Who helped me be out proud and gay
My brush paints her skin
while my mind thinks of sin
With her I shall now have my way.
Edited to pull the one that started it over here.
[This message has been edited by AutumnT (edited December 18, 2001).]