The Wonderbra

I bought myself a Wonderbra
For fourteen ninety nine,
It looked so good on the model girl's chest,
And I hoped it would on mine,
I took it from the packaging
And when I tried it on,
The Wonderbra restored to me
All I believed had gone

It gave me such a figure,
I can't believe it's mine,
I showed it to my husband
And it made his eyeballs shine,
And when I served the breakfast,
The kids cried out, "Hooray!
Here comes our darling mother,
With her bosom on a tray!"

I didn't really need one,
My present bra, it's true,
Had only been in constant use
Since nineteen eighty-two,
But the silhouette I've dreamed about,
Is mine, is mine at last,
And builders on the scaffolding,
Drop off as I walk past. . .

Written by Pam Ayres

Graphics by: Renee

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