The Bra

We took a little trip.

To the next town over. Just a little zip.

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Do a little shopping.

Some business hopping.

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Birthday present and chicken wings on the menu.

A girls evening ensued.

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Mission accomplished. Homeward bound.

We didn’t need a GPS or a blood hound.

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On the side of the road, what could it be?

A padded pink bra for all the world to see.

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How did it get there?

Did it leave a chest bare?

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Was it sucked out of a laundry basket?

Were you being used as a replacement gasket?

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I always wonder how random pieces of clothing get where they got.

Like a sock on the center line of the highway; did someone’s foot get hot?

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Little pink bra, how did you get there?

I know you have a story to share.

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Was someone doing a vehicular strip tease?

Or was it The Attack of the Killer Bees?

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It was hurting you so you flung it out the window?

Did it make your breasts look low?

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What ever the reason this bra had to go.

Landing on the side of the road.

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9 thoughts on “The Bra

  1. One day, while waiting for a bus, there was a green work apron hung on the telephone pole next to the bus stop. I often wonder what the story behind it was.

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      1. maybe, or they just could have hung it there for a second and forgot it because they were tired from working two shifts. ^_^

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