Poem -

Catching Up With a Debutante

this is all so very true .. but a long time ago ..

Deb always used to waddle just
a little bit,
well more like a duck actually ..
I thought it was
very sexy though and I fancied
the pants off her ..
I guess it was something to do
with the way she
wore her blue nurses uniform,
cut long, but tight ..
Later, I found out it was to do
with her hips,
which were each sharp as brand
new razor blades ..
Deb had dark hair and pale skin
and was thin as a
rake beautiful, which of course
was all the rage,
back in those days, oh’ and I do
think she was Irish
but she never let on and carried
no accent about her ..
Her boyfriend had some kind
of problem tho’
unable to walk without sticks ..
Oh’ my word,
how I did hate him and just for
the record Deb once
left her charm bracelet behind
on my bed where
she knew I would find it when
she returned home ..
Now I do seem to recall, I once
thought and I hoped
she would be back to collect it
one day, but she
never did though and think I may
still have it somewhere ..
Nevertheless and regardless I am
sure the last time
I saw her she was still waddling
but slowly along
High Street and with twins in an
old push buggy ..
I do not suspect, for one moment
she caught sight of me ..

 

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Jac Tales

A Great Story of an Old Time Love. A Nice Write & Memories. 🙂

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Neville

Thank you JP .. NP 😎👍

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Marion

I love these well written little snippets of your colourful past Nev x

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Neville

That is really kind Marion and seriously  heart-warming, thanks a million 😎x

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Neville

Thank you kindly sir .. Neville

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Being Me

You know just how to grab a reader!  Great work x

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Neville

Bless you .. so why does that grab feel like a cuddle in the making x

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