When first they formed
They were high on my chest
But now they sag and
I need reinforced vests
To hoist them up
Where they belong
Please don't say that
I'm doing wrong…
Those pretty little bras
From the store I bought
Like a candy confection
I would stand and flaunt
In the mirror of my boudoir
Pink, leery and
Frivolous shades
Would force you to blink
And flesh cascade…
But now, alas,
Those garments are structured
With scaffolding
And iron slings
Make haste girls
Show ‘em off while you gott'em
Mother Nature does wicked things!