Ninety years old and a tailor, Designs a brassier that won’t fail ‘er; Retired he did, But back he has slid To a custom fit bra-cup purveyor. Different he is from the players Who toil away as the tailors; With a look at a breast He can outfit his guest With a customized boobie conveyor. To acquire the access desired, Ran Yusheng is now un-retired; He sells them his line, ‘One look, I design,’ And the women unleash what’s attired. A consummate tailor devine Or a clever ruse used by design? No dining or drinks, No flirting or winks, Just a hook and a fish and a line.