Our eyes quickly catch the bulges 

Among the tights and crotches

The ample hips of buxom women

Beneath apron and wide skirts

And our oh’s are wide with wonder

What failure of male modesty dictated

This flagrant prominent display

Are they so happy for the couple

All seem ready for an orgy or what

Renaissance of nature’s urge bid them

Proclaim their hunger or ecstasy?

 

We read somewhere Breugel’s change

Was in subject of pigment and portrait

From the sacred to the ordinary

The sacrosanct to simple folk’s drollery

And the looming democracy of manners

And sausages instead of the saintly

But these sacs and pouches (so we read 

Some more) were originally meant 

To hold up and protect what was inside 

But now were worn to show and emphasize

Maybe even compensate for size

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