Therapy Bits

A lady of fashion, with curious taste,
Wore a corset laced tightly around her small waist.
“’Tis elegance, poise, and moral restraint—”
She gasped as she fainted, quite pale as a saint.

Her suitor, alarmed, cried, “My dear, are you well?
You’ve squeezed all the air from your lungs, I can tell!”
But she waved her fan with dramatic complaint:
“It’s not pain, my love—just couture restraint!”

So heed this odd tale, should you tighten a vest:
Leave breathing some space, and you’ll look just as dressed.
For fashion is fleeting, but fainting ain’t cute—
And corsets, though charming, are best worn en route.

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