maestramommy
03-19-2007, 08:40 PM
So I was waiting to see my OB this morning, and starting browsing through the magazine stack. There was an old Babytalk mag that I started flipping through. In the back was a page full of songs a woman had written about babyhood that can be sung to Broadway tunes. There was Seasons of Luvs sung to "Seasons of Love" from Rent, Colic in the Night sung to "Music of the Night" from Phantom, and my favorite, See our Breasts, sung to "Be Our Guest" from Beauty and the Beast.
See our breasts, see our breasts-
Everywhere, half-naked chests.
While we nurse,
The prudish curse
And wish we'd button up our vests.
Sorry, folks, look away
If we're too decollete.
But this is what boobs are made for,
Not those Wonderbras you've paid for,
We refuse to go feed
Hunched in the bathroom stalls-indeed.
We're appalled that you would make such rude requests.
Would you agree to eat
Upon a toilet seat?
See our breasts, see our breasts, free our breasts!
by Melissa Balmain
See our breasts, see our breasts-
Everywhere, half-naked chests.
While we nurse,
The prudish curse
And wish we'd button up our vests.
Sorry, folks, look away
If we're too decollete.
But this is what boobs are made for,
Not those Wonderbras you've paid for,
We refuse to go feed
Hunched in the bathroom stalls-indeed.
We're appalled that you would make such rude requests.
Would you agree to eat
Upon a toilet seat?
See our breasts, see our breasts, free our breasts!
by Melissa Balmain