The Duchess of the House of Busty McBosoms

Duchess Roberto McBosoms of the House of Busty McBosoms,    
Had magnificent brown curly hair and a lovely plump bosom.    
Her breasts were so large they swayed five feet behind,    
That the servants had to carry them, and it was quite a grind.    
   
With marvelous pomp,  
they flapped all around.    
And where always almost    
two inches off from the ground.    
   
Her curly thick brown locks, a wild mess indeed,  
Like a giant poof ball, bouncing with every breeze.  
But beware, my friend, for her scent was quite strong,  
Flowers wilted and died as she gracefully walked along.  
   
A tale of its own, she'd forget to bathe,    
leaving others to groan, curse, pray, rant and rave.    
   
Her hygiene was terrible, her body quite large,  
Wobbling instead of walking, leaving foot marks in charge.  
No matter the place, she'd leave a huge mess,  
It was her special way of leaving an impression, or so they say, nonetheless.  
   
But her body, oh my, it was quite a sight,  
Bedazzled in diamonds, shining so bright.  
Her corset, so tight, busting at the seams,  
And giant hoop skirts, fit for royal dreams.  
   
The Duchess Busty McBosoms, oh what a name,  
Her presence alone, brought all renown fame.  
No matter where she roamed, people would stare,  
At her bosoms so ample, causing quite a glare.  
   
She went on grand adventures, and romanced with kings and emperors,    
From the dungeons of the castle to the depths of the sea.    
She made sure to help the poor and do good deeds,    
And with her black handmaid and pet monkey, Menji, she'd proceed.    
   
But when the revolt began to kill the royals,    
and put in question as to where one was still loyal.
The fateful night, darkness fell with a clout,  
As the Stinky People Revolt, they would shout.  
 
Pitchforks and torches, they stormed the royal halls,  
Shattering chandeliers, causing chaos and brawls.  
Amidst screams and shattered glass, the Duchess fled,  
With her servant and pet monkey, through a secret compartment, they sped.  
 
Roberto and her two companions ran for the    
Corner of the back garden, with no time to spare,    
The soldiers were so close, Roberto couldn't even dare.    
Cornered, she whipped them with her giant, pendulous diamond-encrusted breast,    
And she and her companions ran away, leaving the soldiers in a mess.    
   
Oh, Duchess Roberto McBosoms, what a tale to tell,    
With her adventurous spirit and bosoms that befell.    
She escaped the revolt, her life on the line,    
With her trusty companions, they managed to shine.    
   
Years went by, and the duchess lived with delight,    
But fate had a twist, a most unfortunate plight.    
One fateful day, as she strolled through the town,    
A pile of trash came crashing down.    
   
Oh, the irony of it all, the duchess met her end,    
Crushed by garbage, it's hard to comprehend.    
Her legacy lives on, in tales and lore,    
A duchess with bosoms, like never seen before.    
   
Let this be a reminder, for all to see,    
That even the grandest adventures can meet tragedy.    
Duchess Roberto McBosoms, with her bosoms so grand,
Met her demise under a pile of trash, unplanned.    
   
But let us not dwell on the sad twist of fate,    
For her spirit lives on, in stories that circulate.    
A busty duchess with a heart so kind,    
Her memory cherished, forever enshrined.    
   
So raise a toast to the Duchess, with a cheer,    
May her escapades and romances always be near.    
Though her journey ended in an unexpected clash,    
Duchess Roberto McBosoms shall forever make us laugh.