Best Braless Poems

One handed, I can’t hook up my bra
My fingers cannot reach round so far
Just look at me now ...
Like a droopy old cow
They’re swinging I look so bizarre!

Don’t worry folks... hubby came to my aid and helped me dress:-)

follow up to my poem posted yestrday

www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_took_a_tumble_-_ouch_1017159

27/4/18...

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From tiny gals with itty-bitty bippies
to larger ladies with super-dooper droopers,
we curse the “men” who design underwire iron maidens.

My “pointers” don’t bounce
(as a friend observed),
so why submit to torturous braziers?

I’m glad they don’t droop –
makes body surfing easier,
though surfboard owners argue, “Rudders help."

Despite chidings from...

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Each morning when I take my walk,
I see a sight which makes me gawk – 
A woman, in her seventies,
Whose breasts are swinging in the breeze.

Well, not exactly – there’s a blouse,
So there’s no cause to fret or grouse;
But there’s no bra – of that...

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