A poem from another Wingless Angel

Men are like bras


Men are like bras,
They start off firm and supportive,
giving form and foundation to your life.

But soon they start to lose the point,
turning into grey and saggy threadbare reflections
of their former selves.

The material falls into holes in your hands,
as you contemplate the ultimate disappointment
of elasticated passion.

Let down and droopy
just when you needed some uplift in your life.

Let that be a lesson to you girls -
never trust anyone who says:
"cross my heart!"



Sue Allen


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