I decided to clean out my under ware drawer on a recent rainy day,
And found bras ranging in size from 38C to 34A.
Some I gave to charity as I had hardly worn them,
And though I had them for some time, I knew I would not mourn them.
Which one was a proper fit, that I did not know,
So off to a department store, to intimates I’d go.
I must have looked bewildered, or perhaps my bosom was askew
Because as soon as I walked in a lady said “Can I help you?”
I explained my size dilemma, I must have sounded like a twit,
So she reassured me that I’d have a proper fit.
She measured my circumference and something else I am not sure of
Then brought me her suggestions which I took a tour of.
I placed my breasts securely in, then pulled down on the back,
Raised my arms and moved about, feeling good about my rack
Do I want seams or smooth, wear it under a blouse or a tee?
These were a few of the questions she asked of me.
My decision was made, I would purchase a couple,
And thanked the kind salesperson for all of her trouble.
Now my bra drawer will have only one size,
And frontal symmetry is my great prize!