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The Mysrey of Girls

The Mystery Of Girls.

When I was just a nipper
And I was very small
I didn’t really like girls
At all

I found most were very spiteful
And when at primary school
No one wanted to kiss me
When we played in the farmers den
But looking back now 
Looking at the state of some
Who’d want a kiss from them

Always playing elastic hopscotch
And two balls against a wall
They seemed like a different species
Full of mystery voices like fog horns
When they shouted and called

Of course I found some pretty
And I was madly in love with Marilyn
Elsie Tanner and Doris Day
And I was so jealous of Elvis
Surrounded by pretty girls all day

Unless you were a Tomboy on the Common
Girls generally hanged around together in gangs
And us boys in ours
We had so many adventures
Went on long walks through the fields
And wouldn’t be back for hours

I had three blister sisters
We had good times and some bad
But wearing my sisters hand me downs
Didn’t make me glad but sad

I had to dance with a girl around a maypole
Yuck!!! I was so embarrassed
What if my sister blisters and mum found out
So I just watched from a safe distance
When I opted out

As puberty came along
I couldn’t help noticing
Something was wrong
As girls started sprouting everywhere
And when adolescence finally came
I noticed things had really changed
Girls looked so pretty
their hair smelled nice too
I wanted one or two

At school and the Laughton Common youth club
I’d be in love with a new girl every week
But they sere not in love with me
I was shy and could hardly speak

I was so embarrassed 
My Mum would find out I liked girls
And my older sister would tease
I was 33 
Before I brought a girlfriend home
And put posters and pictures up in my bedroom
As far as the eye could see

Been out with a few Rotherham Lasses
Who must have been short-sighted
And needed glasses 
But I'm a good guy with a big heart
Who just wants to settle down
I have a lot of respect and appreciation 
For the women in our town
Just need someone to share life with
Before the sun goes down
For the last time.













Peter Dome©2019.

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