Locked down and Bra-less

So I decided to be brave today,
And join the crazy crowd,
Deciding to be a bra-less babe,
Swinging free and standing proud!

So I dress quickly with both eyes closed,
Relax! A change is like a rest,
Then consciously and in rebellious state,
Throw down my elasticated vest.

Although I admit I felt a little pang if guilt,
As I strode past my padded sling,
And a little wave of apprehension too,
What would replace those bones within?

I check myself in the mirror now,
And straight away I see,
There's no cleavage to be seen today,
Well maybe something, down towards my knees.

After searching for my frontal friends,
Fearing they may have run away,
Thank goodness they are still in there,
Hanging like nets of Christmas nuts today (Oh no!)

I feel and look deflated now,
But resolve, to still give it a go,
As the day goes on, I will just adjust,
I may even like it - you never know!

How wrong and foolish could I be?
Why didn't I realise!
That when not contained within a bra,
These things felt twice their size!

I ran downstairs to make some tea,
But like socks containing tennis balls,
These terrible twins went flying about,
Throwing me right into the walls.

Gingerly, creeping down the final steps,
Holding on for dear life!
I never thought one bra-less day,
Would bring me so much strife!

Sipping my tea I contemplate,
When did I get so old?
How did I not notice gravity 's hand,
Stripping away their perky mould!?

In disgust I glance down to decide,
How could I describe these things right now?
An insole filled with gelatine?
Deflated udder of a cow?

No time to moan let's get to work,
Take my mind off these darn things,
But what a nightmare of a day!
Just how do I begin!

Simple things became dangerous,
Like typing, a very small email,
Arm and boob fought for same space,
Slowing typing to a snail.

I just happened to sneeze, an innocent thing,
Ha! Not on this wierd today,
After almost soffocating as they amassed,
I simply could not get away!

Then up I jumped up to get the phone,
Creating a bra-less booby swell.
It rippled on without a care,
Just adding to this hell!

Bending down to pick my dropped pen up,
I almost killed myself,
The swinging pair knocked my off my feet,
Then I careered into a shelf!

The poor old postie brought a parcel next,
And I heard his inner cries,
"Dear Lord love, put a bra on NOW!"
He pleaded through his melting eyes.

The rest of the day was spent sat still,
Two finger typing became the norm?
Afraid that if I moved too fast,
I'd start a spontaneous booby swarm!

So all in all, it was disastrous,
Never in life have I felt older,
Than that awful day in 2021,
When ditching the over - shoulder boulder holder! - NEVER AGAIN!!!

15.2.21
Becky Clemett