An Uplifting Subject close to my heart

 If it wasn’t for my brassiere, I don’t know where I’d be

With hunched up shoulders, I suppose, and boobs

down to my knee

My vital stats give me what’s called an hour-glass-type shape

Causing me no end of worry, as my blouses

tend to gape

 I’m not what you’d call flat-chested; I’m very far from that

My heaving bosom quite describes a chest that isn’t flat

They’re hardly pert but you should see the cleavage

that I sport

With much-needed wide stitching on the new bra that I bought

 It’s not that I’m ungrateful; some poor women ain’t as bless'd

I try my best to hide the ample abundance

of my chest

As it is, I am supported with the sturdy bra I’m in

Though balance is an issue with two "jugs" under my chin

The feminists said burn your bras to fight for equality

That’s not so wise if you measure up to a 40 Double-D

A strapless bra is hazardous, for sure without a doubt

You have to be so careful that the ‘puppies’

don’t drop out

So here I am extolling the virtues of a bra

With elastic straps and ‘cross your heart’ you know just where you are

I celebrate the brassiere,

the most useful of all kits

It’s a very cool invention,

when you find the one that fits

And I guess to make this fully rhyme …

I'd have to mention ‘tits’.