Treasure Chests

We all have too many things I've found
And there's so much stuff to carry around.
Even when there's nothing new to indulge
Our handbags are full and our wallets bulge.

And if we are out, as we usually are,
We transfer some of the junk to our car.
Most of us try to keep the front neat
And toss everything else in the back seat.

But it's the everyday things that cause a fuss
And create a storage problem for us -
Things like our change and the food store docket
That end up in a bag or deep in our pocket.

We don't have as many pockets as men
And always have more to cart round than them
However we do have  a certain leverage -
We can always drop things into our cleavage

You can't hide even a coin in our flat chested sisters
Or they look padded, uneven or lumpy or twisted.
It either shows as a tiny bump, flat and round
Or it falls straight through and onto the ground.

But bosomy women like Maria and me
Have storage that's easy to access and see.
We might curse our boobs, and the size that they are
But there's always a little more space in our bra.

The pirate kings when they find their treasure
Have been known to dance and sing with pleasure.
They dig up their swords, their jewels and gold plates
And divide them up with their crew and shipmates.

But Maria and I and our well-endowed friends
Have treasures to spare when each day ends
When we undo our bras and toss them aside
There is nothing to support and nothing to hide.

There's an avalanche of treasure, a whole day's horde
And it falls to the floor as our daily reward -
Gold coins and silver, recipes, phone numbers and more
Pens and pencils, keys, nail files and paper clips galore.

While our little A-cup sisters don't have a place to hide
They would be amazed what we can conceal inside.
A pocket knife, a crochet hook, a chocolate bar or two
And no one looking at us would have ever had a clue.

But although our values are more important by far
Our boobs are part, a big part, of who we are.
When other folk just see some great big breasts.
We thank the Lord often for our treasure chests.


Maria is our convoy leader as we head for Uluru and Alice Springs, She has facilitated a group of women who are enjoying each other's company, are looking out for each other, and are rapidly becoming good friends as we travel over 2000km in our various vehicles.