To a Butterfly With Fallen Wob

	No surgic band, no metal truss
	is on the market, little cuss,
	quite small enough to fit your groin,
	to grid your microscopic loin.
	You're destined til the day of doom
	to tote a badly fallen womb.
	But cheer up lass! Don't feel so low.
	The damned thing really doesn't show!

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