My most heroic supporter
Is my bra
A large woman
Black and dressed in lace
And bows
She is gentle
But will hurt me with her wiry sass
If disrespected
She is by my side when I walk down the street
But she has no patience for jumping and jogging
And we quickly part when my home is reached
She is uptight when I break the bonds of social norms
Balancing my adventurous nature
With her stern embrace
But even through our tiffs
I know I can depend on her
She is after all my bosom buddy