a poem on guess what? bras, ladies braces yourselves
Of bras and mice Brazen bras Dangle in my face Lifeless cups Waiting to be filled… With anguish I stare at this strange apparatus called a bra. Hardwired, soft, hard or well padded Seductive, dominatrix or mere trainers All carefully graded from A to Enoormous, Where do I fit in the alphabet?... Sign in to see full entry.