Long Bra Poems
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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.
The ball goes in the shirt comes off
as all of England a bonkers plot
but men never mention her sports bra
the observation will surly cause a scar
It’s talking down of the woman’s game
objectifies apparently so they complain
of disrespect without the shame
the root of why men think the same
and that is what keeps women down
according to these sad women around
stating madness facts unfound
they call it male culture it surrounds
they claim it creates this disrespect
what they mean is men lack intellect
to independently form respect
as commonly found in the male mindset
unimpressed views female football gets
but that isn’t formed by a Linekar tweet
his observation was one upbeat
a witty comment to cause such heat
from ranting women stuck in defeat
a comment that no man should speak
when we say bra they hear weak
everyone in England watched on
singing that 3 Lions song
celebrating all night long
except for that one ranting cow
“Gary that’s wrong”
when really she was the odd one out
offended because what else is she about
he was supporting them not putting them down
isn’t that a show of respect,
did his humour upset the clown
let the woman be a victim
humourless unhappy stupidity
while we all celebrate the win
and England’s European victory
50 million English, everyone of us witnessed it
Men mention the bra women shouting you sexist pig!
I think some issues can make you thick,
oh offence, you ruin it!
If you are offended you seek support,
put your bra back on stop the wonky warp
and grow a pair or get some fake one’s bought
and remember men dominate the sport
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….!!!
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.
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.
She was standing outside her classroom when I arrived
I did not recognize her; I know I have had her class.
But they all wear a different mask every day; I barely recognize any of them.
I ask her for her name.
I am fabricating it due to confidentiality.
Let’s call her Rainbow.
Rainbow and I walked to the counselor’s office in silence.
I asked what chair she wanted to sit in.
She wanted to sit in my rolling chair.
This is not the first time this has happened.
I let her have it.
She was crying; it might help.
I am the school counselor, so I am flexible about who sits where.
She was sob gulping because someone had said she had on a bra.
She has on a t-shirt; she is eight. But it embarrassed her.
I told her that we should let the person know how she felt.
We colored a bit before she was ready, and we played in sand.
I had her laughing about scaring me with her terrifying ghost stories.
If you know me you will know it was just to get her calmed down.
We went to the playground where the other child was.
The other child had no idea that the word “bra” was a trigger word.
She did not think anyone would be embarrassed about having one.
She has two or three teenage sisters.
We discussed it.
Rainbow was busy tying her shoe for a while.
I told her to stop tying it and tell the child how she felt.
The other child said she had no idea some families do not talk about bras.
I imagine this is true.
I asked her to call Rainbow’s undershirt an undershirt if she has to mention it again.
She agreed.
Problem solved.
Potential end of a beautiful friendship averted.
Just a sliver of my day as an elementary school counselor.
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
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.