The Blessing of the Bra

🎧 Here's To The Bra, Whose Lofty Station Assists Me With My Elevation

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Just for fun, a wee bit of doggerel daftness:

Every other day it seems
Another female writer dreams
Of independence evermore
From underwear she finds a chore

I’ve combed back through my memories till
My bras I did not easily fill
Less pain it would have caused to free
But still I find I disagree

When long ago, a perkier creature
Whose bosoms were a smaller feature
I still preferred a light restrainment
As jiggling is not entertainment

Indeed in days now well past gone
Should you have chanced to call upon
A giggling teenage younger me
A braless state you’d still not see

The wiggling bounce of any size
Was never something I could prize
Perhaps you don’t mind bob and spring
But I prefer mine in a sling

And now as children, time and fate
Have amply added certain weight
I positively don’t equate
Great comfort with the braless state

To oscillate of my own choosing
Has never struck me as amusing
Instead I offer thanks sincere
For snuggly wrapping my frontier

All praise to Mary called Caresse
Whose brilliance kindly helps me dress
Her engineering I apply
So running do not black my eye

I beg indulgence while I mention
My very favourite invention
I loved thee then, I love thee now
And all your naysayers disavow

Here’s to the bra, whose lofty station
Assists me with my elevation
And long I hope that you are able
To help to keep my mammaries stable

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Originally published on Medium