Thursday, July 20, 2006

An HNT In Verse

Brassiere, brassiere
So glad you're not here
The binding, the aching I no longer fear

You see, you bitch
I've found a new friend
The shelf tank has given my misery end.

I bounce, I breathe
I wander and play
Now that your underwire has gone away

If there's anything I'll miss
It's your shape and your lift
But the freedom I feel is a much better gift

So ciao, goodbye
Adios and adieu
There's no way in hell I'll ever miss you.






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