A Sonnet to Peggy Carter's Voluptuous Breasts

by Emery Saks

This is a snarky sonnet inspired by an anon tumblr comment which said a millenium could be spent writing about Peggy Carter's breasts. They are, in fact, quite right.

When I doth glimpse the full soft swells of white,

A dull pink blush grows warm across my face.

Encased in gold heightened by the pale light

My breath grows short, my heart begins to race.

So pure, untouched, holy things of beauty,

I shout, I sing, I cry, I bow, I gaze,

To sing their praise 'tis my solemn duty.

In awe hot damn these breasts go on for days.

How can one dame possess so full a form

That makes fan girls sob with job and quiver?

Perfect globes that took our fan hearts by storm,

We stand in awe of her swaying figure.

Words fail, yet here's what I still try to say,

Oh Pegs, your boobs, simply drive me crazy.