He is a good man with morals
He takes good care of his wives
He boasts about his wives a lot
Especially people's wives.
Our husband doesn't cheat says the wives
He's a responsible man with morals
Just but ten he married us
He promised not to marry again.
Our husband doesn't sleep at home
He said we scream a lot
He needs concentration for his work
So he sleeps in hotels of his choice.
What a wonderful man God gave us
He has seven secretaries for himself
Each tends to him when needed he said
Though we don't know what our husband does for a living. But we do know he works at night and doesn't sleep at home.
Buxom Barbara burned her bra
never again lift and separate
or cross your heart to contemplate
she likes to feel her bosom counts
when flouncing down the boulevard
Barb now snags more bounce to the ounce
abroad in the world without a single care
it never fazed her one bit nor a whit
when this would jounce most men to stop and stare
as if they'd not seen such before
and she'd trounce 'em should they dare to pounce
a crystal-clear case of less is more
throw away the bra
opponent of useless things -
aim an honor lap
prefer my old couch
life flies by while you're busy -
laziness pays off
the bra is gnawing
donate it to a good cause -
a quilted patchwork
champagne and pizza
it bubbles in the stomach -
out of the doldrums
release your boobs now
well-being is important -
doesn't look good at all
waddle as a duck
my habits don't bother me -
stay young - live healthy
Naked and Revealed,
Sexy or Lewd,
What can I do
If I have them on me?
Inseparable, heavy beads,
Bulgy with shady teats.
All you care:
Is it concealed well beneath bra strips?
Gasping for breath,
Sharp stabbing in my breasts,
Lying on the bed,
Nausea till my neck -
All due to the unbearable clasp at the chest.
Tell me,
Is it still my fault,
If a brassiere is not enough for my ample busts to exalt?
Should I cut them?
Or should I burn them?
Since I can't stop their charming dance,
For those
Who only know how to objectify and sexualize their existence,
Without any rightful cause.
It's all you care about.
Maybe what suffocates isn't the bras,
But the disgust for what's beneath them -
And that's what I care about.
have you seen the diamond dream bra?
You will not be allowed to try it on.
It was created by Harry Winston in 1997.
Made by Victoria Secret
a forty-two carat pearl-shaped flawless diamond in the center
with one hundred diamonds on each side.
1997 price was three million dollars.
Worth much more today.
Trump has been breaking laws
create and cause crime with his claws
prefers premiers and skinny shahs
rile up people with his paws
likes pulling at loose straws
at his hamburger always knaws
likes women who wear big bras
have heard his oohs and aahs
Trump gives me the blahs
have heard his youthful ye's with horrible hahs
prefers hearing much applause
poor and dimwit crowds Trump draws
putrid picture he draws
sings do ray mes while forgetting his faas
skip so la ti do and away we go
cut great face which was greeted with gauze
found his big mouth in front of jaws
like big bird Trump constantly caws
seen slidding in nude in slick spas
plural of his ta is tas
would see His lost doll while in shower stall in urban sprawl
wish Trump would be so kind, get his small hands off of my behind
To see Trump tight bra she was bringing; Out big breasts did start springing
You have to send me some comments, criticism
and complaining about this collection of lines
that have been in my Horn Horrible Haiku.
which you may ensue out from a blunt blue.
This is for all the ladies out there
That no doubt will relate
To all the woes of wearing a Bra
To which there is no escape
So, firstly we have the bra that rubs
Which stings, that being a major flaw
When finally you rip that bra off
It’s rubbed your skin red raw!
The bra where your boobs bulge out the top of the cup
Or hang out underneath
You have paid big money for this bra
Yet, you are still getting bra grief!
Then there's the bra where the straps “continually” fall down
They will never sit in place
Pulling them up constantly
Trying to hide the absolute annoyance on your face!
We then have the bra that lacks support
With movement your boobs just jiggle about
Let’s hope there’s no need to run
As you will totally knock yourself out!!
Lastly, the underwire bra
This one worse than all the rest
Looking down in complete horror you see
A large round wire poking out your top sitting on your chest….!!!
Removed bats from campus
Pets who eat grass of Pampas
Goodbye them will miss
Bats are Republicans
on odd meditate
disturb people about culture
upset apple cart
Once were supporting
when they had started snorting
out door escorting
Will be quite a fete
nails would tare hole in my sheet
length of did deplete
had become worst law
slipped when both feet caught in bra
while at a health spa
when much violence
police will encourage silence
on have reliance
when violating
have been highly insulting
humiliating
be sure to pick out
things about Republicans
fools never forget
Need a poetry column in Brunswick
Beacon.
will apply to Republicans
Life can be funny when one can't see, an opportunity to view things quite differently...
My daughter flew in recently from out west to visit me.
One dark, rainy day we went to the mall.
I was buying her some clothes as I recall..
We entered one store where the lighting was poor.
I browsed around as she shopped some more..
In the middle of the store was a glass display with
a variety of flowery fragrant sprays, to help women
smell good in delightful ways...
I glanced at the counter and then looked down.
I was quite puzzled at what I had found..
The thought didn't linger long in my head, so
out loud "your selling fudge" I quickly said..
The clerk laughed, "it's not fudge", so feeling
bewildered my shoulders I shrugged.
"It's bra tape" she giggled as she informed me.
Now this is some thing I might just want to see.
How does one use it for goodness sake and how
much bra tape will it take??
This world is full of surprises for little old me.
I learned some thing new at almost 73.
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.
She came in all flirty and dirty
attractive and active about thirty
all open jaws in the bar
a neon light, all eyes on her bra
made of metal rivets; they inhale,
pants out of shining chainmail.
The music played
and a dance card was placed
on the bar
all the man raced to fill in the space
Staring straight ahead they waited
for a dangerous wink
smoldering ting, ping, clink,
Woman with a metal bra.
11/12/2021
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.
Five o clock shadow
Around a toothpaste smile
Kinky black hair coils so wild
Cocoa black back scratched scarred
Knobby knees dented from kneeling
Rough rugged hands with dark knuckles
Full moon hips make me see double
Strange green moods dripping from me
Envying your your spirit raw free
No razor no bra no lazer no part
Of you is tame not even your name
Beautiful Black Soul.
A blood-thirsty God wants your son
And you fear God's will must be done?
You heard God's spiel
Now make a deal!
Remember God wants to have fun!
lacy pink with tiny rose buds
oh so pretty with wires that tear my flesh
sweet and sour
loving the look
hating the feel
I am not ready to trade for the old ones
My cups are B's
I can wear the pretty ones
Reds, purples, with satin that shines
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