Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Preteen Robin Wants a Bra

I want a bra said the preteen robin.
But why asked her mother. Her name was Dobbin.
Because they are pretty, I see them on TV.
This is how ineffective advertising can be.

They are confining. How could you fly?
Why do you want a bra, why, honey, why?
They are lacy and pretty. I want one in pink.
Said the preteen robin, not caring to think.

So, her mother took her to the shop and got her fitted.
Her bra was made especially, with lace, fully slitted.
The rest of the preteen robins began to moan and preen.
They wanted their own bras, because they were all preteen.

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L Milton Hankins August 2, 2021 at 11:18 AM Ah, this is a fine metaphor for all preteens. They are like this. Exactly. Caren Krutsinger August 3, 2021 at 4:15 AM All of these young girls, wanting Victoria Secret model's bras; CRAZY!

Tom Cunningham August 2, 2021 at 7:57 AM Buy for one you have to buy for all, anything for a quiet life. Lol Tom Caren Krutsinger August 3, 2021 at 4:15 AM Absolutely WRITE Tom.