As fate would have it
I put off laundry day
a little too late-
Now I am left with a bra
that i just grew out of
sometime last week
My cursed fate
the one that just covers enough
to prevent
ideal low-cut cleavage
Instead it just give me
two mini-boobs, no bigger than B's
Now I have Quad boobs.
What a curse for being blessed.
I try all the usual things
Like rearranging
tucking
and shaking
But ultimately my only choice
Is to say good day
to the bra that isn't my size-
A quick Hudini act
And off it goes
Problem solved
No more quad boobs
Just two eyes poking through my shirt.
Reason for writing:
i hope someone finds this funny.....
Birth sign: Gemini
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