Sing to me, O Muse, the cause of
a squeaky bra on the day I
presented my pimped-out PowerPoint
of which I was once so proud.
Not pearls, heels nor shaky laser pen
could take the attention from
these blushing cheeks
as each step bore the betrayal of creak
O, bra most exquisite!
What awkwardness thou hast provided
whilst supporting my superior bosom.
Continue not this costly crime against me,
for our intimate time
together has been not long
and I do not know if you can be fixed with WD-40.