We just want a bra that fits.
Is that too much to ask!
We know a man designed it.
They're not fit for the task.
Digging into the shoulders,
failing to rise to the occasion,
a tortuous device that chafes the skin.
These babies need some raisin'!
The lift-off mission was aborted,
we're sagging, wilting, swaying,
and every size should come in black.
Do you get what we're saying?
This little gal here behind me
don't have much to conceal,
but she's tired of going braless,
with cold nipples barely concealed.
Don't zone out on me now dude,
'cause I have only just begun.
Look at my face when I'm talking.
My mouth ain't down there, son!
Author notes
Got something you need to get off your chest! well lets have it then!
love the cartoon. It inspired the poem
A contest entry
- Complain!! by TerriMac.
875 points, ended November 22, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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It is of course difficult to relate to your poem since I am male, but I cringe when reading all the issues women must have! Congrats on the silver! I hope my manhood doesn't suffer the same fate... although not much chance of that happening... can't imagine chafing down there.
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Ahahahahahahaah!!!!! You hit the nail on the head!!!! This is too awesome!!
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Haha lmao! I love that last line
This is priceless and I can see why it's already a finalist! You took the prompt literally and it's precious
All the best but I doubt you'll need it
gaylene
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Fabulous and in the finalists already! Love it ! perfect for the prompt funny and so bloody true!!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks for the Silver and the fun contest
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