I was only sitting down,
When my bra did a little dance!
I felt it pull on my back,
Then I felt it snap!
I looked around in embarrassment,
Wobbly boobs, no amusement;
Then they gave me an added sentiment,
When my bra fell to my knees!
I tried to escape with my head down,
But then it fell to my ankles,
I felt like such a clown;
The day my bra fell down!
I bent down to pick it up,
And the people caused a stir,
So with scarlet cheeks,
I tried to be discreet;
Escaping down the alleyways
in the street!
I held my boobs with cups made
But they wobbled like elastic!
I put my hands in my pocket-sleeves,
But I felt like such a sleaze;
My bra wasn't pleased!
Then it did a little jig,
And told me my boobs were too big,
And I realized I was wearing the wrong bra!
So with scarlet cheeks, and eyes roaming wide,
I walk into a shop full of bras;
I think to myself,
"Do they know?"
But the shop assistant made it clear so!
"Did your bra do a little dance?" She asked,
Making me feel like such a pratt!
With scarlet cheeks, I nodded,
And vowed never to dance
With my bra again!
About the Creator
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.