Breasts was a little nervous

She had never been in LESS WICKED LAND

She knew she was in for a new experience

Curious as to what was meant by its name

Still a bit wicked perhaps

Maybe a place of pleasure

Maybe a masterpiece of torture

Breasts could not be too sure

Yet she wobbled onwards since things looked fine

And fine things are supposed to

But soon Breasts will find out

There is something

There is something.