HAVE YOU GONE/DO YOU GO/WOULD YOU GO TOPLESS?

(Imagined rhyming answers to imaginary survey from range of women.)
 
When I go topless on the beach
He wants to grab a handful each!
He cannot keep his hands off me
When I’m in demi-nudity,
When I bare my mammary charms
He wants to take me in his arms.
He calls me his “little peeler”,
I call him my “Great Tit Feeler”!
But then, I am his lawful wife,
It puts spice in our married life.
 
Me bare my chests in the sun?
They’d all turn away and run!
 
Me go topless?  You are joking!
My nipples could be eye poking!

 
I got my boobies sunburned:
A lesson painfully learned.
So I keep my top on,
Suntanning is a con.
 
Going topless?  I have no qualms;
I’m proud of my mammary charms!
I get them out, go top-half noddy;
I’m confident, I have The Body
Worth showing off to anybody.

 
No more toplessness for me;
Things succumbed to gravity,
Then I had my mastectomy,
So there is nothing left to see!

 
I went topless on hols, and expeditions,
Until I encountered the beach side missions
Who told me of Jesus, the Divine Lover,
Whose Spirit told me: “Put them under cover,
I call you back to modesty,
Return to ways of honesty,
Cherish more your chastity,
Be a true handmaid to Me.”
 
What chance to get my boobies brown?
Take off my top, they’ll both fall down,
Make me the laughing stock of town!

 
Me go topless on the beach?
I have young children to teach;
They won’t treat me with respect
Thinking of ‘Miss’ with breasts erect!

 
If I took off my bikini top
The jaws of all men in sight would drop!
 
I went topless ages ago,
Until I became a widow.
When I’m still in heartfelt mourning
I can’t bear randy men fawning.
It feels too soon to entice new chaps,
So I am covering up my baps!
 

I went topless because of a mistake,
When my cossie top I forgot to take.
Thank God, the beach had a topless section
So I headed, grateful, in its direction.
I have been coming there often since,
I’ve made beach friends who at me don’t wince.
 
When a bad partner and I separated,
I went topless to say, “I’m liberated!”
Yes, it does give other men more to see,
But it obviates desire to “have/own” me.
 
I come from a South of France family,
So going topless comes naturally!

 
I used to like getting a top-half tan
Until the day that I met a new man.
When we became steadier, faithful, lovers
We agreed I should keep it hidden from others,
So the vows we will make on wedding day
Will be far easier to keep that way.

 
Going topless, nowt wrong with that!
I go round naked in my flat,
Doesn’t bother my pussy cat!
 
I am a modern girl, as you may see,
Believes in ‘Equal Opportunity’.
I gaze at the torsos of the chaps,
So it’s fair to let them see my baps!

 
I’ll maintain my modesty
Out of reverence for He.
Girls who like that show their ‘knockers’
Impress me as being "God-mockers".

 
He doesn’t mind me going topless on the beach;
While he’s with me, to other men they’re out of reach!
“Anyone mauling you will lose his power of speech –
A hard lesson to him I am going to teach!”
 
In my experience, baring my breasts
Tends to attract perverts and sex pests.
After getting unwanted attention,
I’ll cover up till I draw my pension!

 
I’m a blonde, I have more fun
When I bare my breasts in sun!

 
You haven’t seen me with my clothes off –
Just a look at me would make folk cough!
The bits that used to stick proudly out
Now shake and wobble and roll about!
Be sure I won’t let myself be caught
Without elasticated support.
I don’t want to make folk lose their speech,
So I won’t go topless on the beach!