it started when…
i remembered my brassiere was too tight
i began to wiggle and pluck….
and so did my girl with bigger size cup, it was contagious so to speak
we all began to giggle ’til we almost peed
(because, heck, we’re over 40, and that may just happen)
we were laughing…. so hard
we forgot what kicked off the cacklin’…
one by one, we begin to catch our breath
soaked faces and tear-drenched napkins
(Collective breath) Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
then, here she goes… (the one with the closet full of sport intimates)
“well, did you fix it?!”
…which sent us tumbling back into endless jest…