Lament of an Ill-Fitting Bra – A POEM

I was in huge distress
(The girl in M&S
Did not know what was best)
She suggested Bs
And suggested Ds
For fluctuating breasts

I left deflated
My boobs felt fated
To be oppressed for evermore
By a steely cage
That squeezed in rage
And left them sad and sore

Men will never know!
The lady woe!
Of an evil nasty bra!
When it doesn’t fit
You feel so shit!
I hate you incommodious Bra!