6 August 2014
This evil brassiere which lifts and separates,
A man-invented garment I’ll always hate.
I fight it in the morning putting it on,
I fight it in the evening taking it off.
I fight it all day – this strappy garment that hurts,
Of all of my clothing, it’s definitely the worst!
So many days I have to step in and pull up,
I want it to glide easily up and over my rump.
And if I should get a toe hung up in it, T
here’s no graceful way to outwit it.
I wish they’d invent something new,
For women who’s hinges are being untrue.