Ode to Bras

Oh bra, dear bra,
such close friends we are.
Never straying by my side,
never going far.

But bra, dear bra,
I must confess it this day:
At times you can be painful,
and my skin tends to flay.

Oh bra, dear bra,
why must you be so conflicting?
Meant to hold up females modestly,
yet force us into awkward itching.

So bra, dear bra,
I am afraid I must ask:
For being such a wondrous garment,
why must you be such an ass?

Oh bra, dear bra,
so tenacious around our chests.
Would it kill your rigid fabric
to alleviate our suffering breasts?

Yes bra, dear bra,
I mean my words today.
Kindly stop your aches and pains
or a dirty game I'll be forced to play.

Oh bra, dear bra,
I wish it this truth to not be so.
If only you were reasonable
and rid us of our feminine woe.