The breast fed
We are breast Ninjas
Undercover our kids are fed
Hiding our shame from
Blame wherever we tred
Silent nipples protrude until
Sanctimonious eyes said
"Put your tit away you dirty bitch"
Mums net stood me up
Ashamed of my half empty C cup
Flesh hated berated in Sainsbury's
My boob out deflated
Away from the baby isle
Pretending to look for a nice wine
The Guardian may have rated
But as predicted I bought half a bottle of vodka
And a can of Monster
Knowing I'll buy the other half bottle
From my local shop
After the Great British Bake Off.