No Bra Day

Abortion doesn't make no one single; Neither does it make up for falling breasts, Rather makes you mother to dead's jingle- Battling scrupulous regrets in contests. Law doesn't bring justifiable justice; Neither does it make rising breasts loyal, Rather makes you slave to trust armistice- Keeping oath's respect in place of royal. For union to keep in, distant divorce, Just don't partake in this standing breasts tease. That would probably promote raw remorse, Of dreadful season driving home's unease. Though, gents duly appreciate standing boobs; Cook and master well, using seasoning cubes.