Fawn
socks, Rimmer checks
Girls
are getting it in the neck
Roll up
our skirts get legs a-tanning
Forget
the pervy neighbour scanning
Dreaming
of romancing, sunshine and dancing
In the
hall Assembled, a letter read
Complaints
to be dealt with by the head
A
Sister’s anger fills the stage
A
leader, tall, cross on a chain, all beige
Trying
to make us all the same, maroon and bland but kind and sage
Singing
echoes around the walls,
scores
of crescendos, summer stalls
Hockey
matches
Hitting
balls,
fearless,
tackling, lots of goals. Important wins to keep school pride
To keep
onside
Not be
denied
To gain
respect
The
team accept
Reaching
the sixth, boys in the classes
Less
supervision, more blusher, eyelashes
Fluttering
Pretending
To be
aloof
Gossip
the currency, fitting in, the desire
Parties
and music fanning the fire
of
passion
of
love’s lost agony
Unique
to the young
who
think the world’s over when it’s only begun
Fawn
socks are gone, blandness is history
Now to
become a mystery
But
Never to be Sisterly
@redalphababe
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